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Top Of The Lookout
02:42
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Wait for me at the top of the lookout
Where you can't see the mountains
Do not doubt the structure
It's sitting firm and sound
relying on your senses
to locate whats around
It grew dark
No light to guide your walk
You trembled in fear
The lookout wasn't near
Now you're lost in the tracks
It grew dark
No light to guide your walk
You trembled in fear
The lookout wasn't near
Now you're lost in the tracks
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2. |
Children
03:12
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They had children
Behind their shadows
They watch in silence
Wait for your guidance
If my life is behind the walls of death
Did she take you beyond your world?
Did she offer everything you like?
There's a body waiting on the call of death
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Hunt - Land
03:04
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Hold your breath the strike is approaching
The hunt the hunt
Calmly breathing waiting on the sun
Was the surface healthy or just a place for dust to grow?
Hold your breath the strike is approaching
The hunt the hunt (x2)
Hands with blisters bleeding from the strain
Home is calling but you cant find your way
Close your eyes the heart stays when you die
Its useless to go hide the hunt
They don't know who I am
Scattered up across the land
Maybe they'll take me and my body
If they were scared to ask why am i here
I'm afraid of rain
No animals across lifeless plains
Where is the shelter i built
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Pockets
03:45
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Whistle to the moon child
Make an offer to the night
She will grant you wonders
May your life move with the tides
Waiting on an exit to escape you from your body
From the fear thats inside
Carry these
Heavy pockets
Filled with gold
Of false prophets
Characters
Grow on everyone
So compliant
from grace of the morning
Son, he will come
With all the answers
Isabelle
Built by nature
Filled with earth
Designed for failure
Constantly dragging the master
Dry bare feet
cold and cracking
Hearing sounds
Of fortunes happening
Sticks and stones
Are what she calls home
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Stand
02:41
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They stood before them with fearless smiles
Legs pushing onward through sleepless miles
I know why colors die
We make decisions for everyone
No hearts heavy for the crimes we've done
We reflect
Punishment
Spend some time under the sheets
Your bones they're growing week
Light a fire in December
The cold weather creeps
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6. |
Tales
02:59
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Carry tales of older foreign love
Tell them to your kids
Make a mark
Symbolize a bold and trusted figure
Call shots with just a finger
But be weak
In your heart
Perfect daughter and perfect son
You will live to see
My end...
Cautious of my quickly growing age
You will hear my voice
When I'm late
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