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I Am a Giant
03:27
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"I Am a Giant"
Another summer wasted.
A new romantic painting.
It paints my picture next to you.
This love is tiring me.
I’ve been so tired of being.
I will distance myself from you.
I am a giant.
If I fall, I kill them all.
I am defiant.
That means that I will never fall.
Whisper sounds of patience in my ear.
It’s all I want to hear.
You warm your hands in the centre of me.
It’s time for me.
When I was young and naive
I felt the pain in leaving.
I was the one to get let down.
I was the only one here.
We’re all alone but live near.
I was the one to get let down.
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2. |
One Last Summer 1944
02:58
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“One Last Summer 1944”
We spent our time
skipping rocks across the tide.
You know I wish you well.
A sight for burning eyes.
The sun sets in the summer time.
I’ll hold your photo still.
If I go today
then I’ll stay away.
I’ll miss your eyes
and I’ll miss your face.
Just give me one last summer.
We’re finding out now
what the secrets been about.
We’ll burn this city down.
In my final hours
I’ll bring my brothers home
to the arms that they have known.
If I go today
then I’ll stay away.
I’ll miss your eyes
and I’ll miss your face.
Just give me one last summer.
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3. |
Flying Lessons
02:54
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"Flying Lessons"
Eyes to the skyline where the city sleeps beneath me waiting.
My eyes are wide and taken in.
This earth is guiding me like clockwork.
It has purpose for me.
My stretched out arms form makeshift wings.
I’m stepping up and leaping out
my feet lift up and my heart pounds.
Mayday, Maday.
I’m Going down.
Hold my body from the sins that plague our mausoleums.
You’ll choose what fate will make of me.
The light of morning is the closure of the moons seduction.
Father, Forgive me for my deeds.
Satellites surround the land that we’ve worn out.
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4. |
These Hills Are Haunted
03:02
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"These Hills are Haunted"
These hills are haunted by the ghosts of all who’ve been.
You feel them living in the places where they lived.
No one is leaving.
No body dies.
we’re all a fraction of a masterpeice design.
If we all stop now then how will we know
how it all turns out if all these stars explode?
Barren lands are monuments to these machines.
They won’t replace our broken hearts or set us free.
I believe that when it ends
it starts again.
If I transcend this then the earth can wear my skin.
We’ll be the haunting.
We’ll be the ocean waves.
We’ll be the seasons.
We’ll be forgotten graves.
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