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Goodbye To All That
03:41
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I walked across the stream, and headed out into the country,
Under my own steam, on a disused railway track
Closed down in nineteen sixty-five
I lay me down to rest, where countless sleepers lay before me
Brushed away my tracks, like the Doctor, incomplete
Still traces, traces survive
So goodbye to all that, goodbye to all that
Goodbye to all that stuff you left me
Walk it into the ground, stop it grinding me down, for a while
I walked across the street, in a once familiar city
Down the alleyway, to a derelict picture house
Closed down in nineteen twenty-five
I lay me down to rest, as the streetlights shone above me
I felt I had regressed, and your spirit came to life
In front of, front of my own eyes
So goodbye to all that, goodbye to all that
Goodbye to all that stuff you left me
Walk it into the ground, stop it grinding me down, for a while
And if water finds its own level
How far have I got to fall?
Can’t keep walking forever,
How long before I’ve seen it all?
How long before I’ve seen it all?
So goodbye to all that, goodbye to all that
Goodbye to all that stuff you left me
Walk it into the ground, stop it grinding me down, for a while
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Get Away
04:17
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Get away, get away from here
No good can come if you stay
Get away, get away without
Without a word, a word or a tear
If you can’t think of anything to say
Just stay nothing, go on your way
So why bring you down, I’ll be your clown
And make you smile
And we’ll forget the things we said
For a while
Get away, get away from here
The hours are passing away
Get away before
The breaking, breaking of the day
There’s not a single reason you should stay
So just say nothing, go on your way
So why bring you down, I’ll be your clown
And make you smile
And we’ll forget the things we said
For a while
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Took A Short Diversion
03:31
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Took a short diversion to Perryville
He didn’t have a reason for being there
There’s nothing when he left and there’s nothing still
Only memories and despair
He left the car and walked off along the street
He didn’t have a reason for being there
He scans the faces swiftly of all he meets,
For familiarity
And carved upon a fence he saw his name
Wished he could take the carver, begin again,
Who saw things much more clearly
He wished that he could do the same
INSTRUMENTAL
He came a upon the place he once called home
Where screaming as he came, he met this world
He’d have screamed much louder,
If he could know what I now know
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Type Delete
05:02
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My machine, oh my machine don’t let me down
So many words inside my head, let’s get them down
I can’t, can’t go back again
Hide the dreams, oh shut the dreams out, from my mind
Put delusions in their place, ‘cause all I know,
I can’t, can’t go back again
I’m not going back, can’t go back
So if you would like to know what’s going on
I will tell you, I’ll tell you
Laid out in neat type, is this how it took place?
I can’t tell you, can’t tell you
Type delete type delete type type, can’t get it right
Can’t decide on what is real, I can’t confide
My words, can’t go back again
I’m not going back, can’t go back
So if you would like to know, what’s going on
I will tell you, I’ll tell you
Laid out in neat type, is this how it took place?
I can’t tell you, can’t tell you
So what if everything that I’ve been saying,
Seems like a pack of lies to you
So what if everything that I’ve been saying,
Looks nothing like objective truth
Type delete type delete type type
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5. |
A Change
03:13
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Must keep on thinking that a change is going to come
Maybe not tomorrow, or maybe when the morning comes
Must keep on acting like that change is going to come
Then maybe not tomorrow, but maybe some day it will come
'Cause the other way is getting you nowhere
How many time must you be going there,
Before you run out of choices, run out of reasons why
Look out in wonder upon the setting sun
And know that maybe some, maybe some dat
The morning, it will come
'Cause the other way is getting you nowhere
How many time must you be going there,
Before you run out of choices, run out of reasons why
Must keep on thinking that a change is going to come
Maybe not tomorrow, or maybe when the morning comes
Must keep on acting like that change is going to come
Then maybe not tomorrow, but maybe some day it will come
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