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Pimlico
03:32
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A transcript of our last conversation
Every lie that I told underneath my breath
I left notes for you in disappearing ink
Stone on the wall, chalk on the fence
I have to run, I have to lose my tail
I run until my legs burn, I run until my lungs burn
The plan in action, the signal sent
Stone on the wall, chalk on the fence
Dead lock, dead lock
The door was locked when I came home
Now did you know my name is Pimlico?
They call me Sunbeam, they call me Ovation
My name is Pimlico
Look out for me on the corner of the street
Look out for me dressed in grey
You’ll recognise me from a faded photograph,
You’ll recognise me from the panic in my eyes
Two sides to the story, two sides to the same coin
Dead lock, dead lock
The door was locked when I came home
Now did you know my name is Pimlico?
They call me sunbeam, they call me ovation
My name is Pimlico
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2. |
New Elixir
04:27
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An immortal mountain, eternal youth
You won’t find what you’re looking for here, you won’t find the truth,
Don’t ask the alchemist for this
Empire in your hands, still wanted more
You won’t find what you’re looking for here, you won’t find the cure,
Don’t blame the alchemist for this
Still searching for the new elixir
To wash your sins away
You sent an army across the sea
You won’t find what you’re looking for here, you won’t find eternity
Don’t kill the alchemist for this
The poison, the mercury
A hard pill to swallow, a hard place to be
The poison, the mercury
Still searching for the new elixir
To wash your sins away
Empire in your hands, still wanted more
You didn’t find what you were looking for
Empire in your hands, still wanted more
You didn’t find the cure
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3. |
Line in the Sand
05:07
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You take back what you said to me
And I’ll take back what I said to you
We can draw a line in the sand
What will we do with this time on our hands?
Count the cracks in the ceiling
Count the cracks in the wall
You never asked for any of this
But you wanted it all
You take back what you gave to me
And I’ll take back what I gave to you
We can bury our heads in the sand
What will we do with this time on our hands?
Count the cracks in the ceiling
Count the cracks in the wall
You never asked for any of this
But you wanted it all
Go easy now, go easy now
Easy when you know
Easy when you know how
You take back what you said to me
And I’ll take back what I said to you
We can draw a line in the sand
What will we do with this time on our hands?
Go easy now, go easy now
Easy when you know
Easy when you know how
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4. |
Black Parachutes
03:24
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I see burn mark and broken branches
The hold tape captures nothing new
The Woodbridge encounter
Please tell the people, this isn’t Roswell
Nocturnal lights black stars descending
Through the trees black parachutes
The media
Please tell the people, this isn’t Roswell
Doesn’t matter what they say
Doesn’t matter what they do
Why would they say it if it wasn’t true
Red and blue lights, levitation
In the distance the lighthouse
It’s just the sound of the muntjac running
Please tell the people, this isn’t Roswell
Doesn’t matter what they say
Doesn’t matter what they do
Why would they say it if it wasn’t true
Red and blue lights, take me with you when you go
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5. |
Reptile House
04:00
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A minor setback led to a major breakdown
You carry this upon your shoulders, you wear it like a crown
Reptilian complex, Reptilian brain
It’s come to this, fight or flight, sink or swim,
You have to have the last word, I don’t know where to begin
You say it’s natural instinct
I think that’s a bad excuse
Reptilian complex, Reptilian brain
Wolf scratching on our door
Blood on your fingernails
Blood on his claws
Scratch my back I’ll scratch yours
Reptilian complex, Reptilian brain
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6. |
Hive Mind
03:29
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The committee has spoken
The committee has formed a consensus
It’s in your best interests to toe the party line
Follow the leader
Follow the pack
Give your opinion
I don’t want it you can have it back
Hivemind, tell me what you’re thinking
Hivemind, tell me what to believe
Hivemind, tell me what you’re thinking
Tell me, tell me what I need
I’ve got a list of questions
Written on the back of my hand
I’ve got a list of questions
Help me, help me understand
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7. |
Franky & Cator
04:05
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The shock and the awe and the curiosity
The places the mind can go
The places the mind can go, not content in what we find
What can I do to make you mine?
Sorry if I’m distant, I can’t do this anymore
I want you to be just like me
Don’t you see?
Don’t follow in my footsteps and regret your actions
Not content in what we find
Start the tape
A voluntary victim
Run the water and put the knife in my throat
Break me down and make you smile
I can’t refuse what you desire
When you’re holding me down
Your heart is my brain
The man and the flesh
A willing victim
Of human behaviour
Franky and Cator
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8. |
Wasteland
08:07
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This place is a wasteland
A wrong turn down a dead-end street
I don’t know how I got here
But I’m dead on my feet
The messages I sent acted as a document
Ground zero was a ghost town
Got lost just to get found
Ground zero was a ghost town
We just keep covering the same ground
All I hear is the ringing in my ears
I can barely see five feet in front of me
This place is a wasteland
First choice was second best
Put your cards on the table
You hold them close to your chest
The messages you sent acted as a document
Ground zero was a ghost town
Got lost just to get found
Ground zero was a ghost town
We just keep covering the same ground
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