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Anchor-Line
07:37
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Sons, do you hear the siren's call?
The path to the rocks is a long fall
Sons, do you hear the siren's cries?
Their love is a fork tongued lie!
Sons, stay tight on the line
Their love is a fork tongued lie
Sons, stay tight on the line
Daughters, give not your heart to love
The waters are wild, the waves are rough
Daughters, the heralds are the hooks;
the lives of ladies have they took!
Daughters, stay tight on the line
Their love is a fork tongued lie
Daughters, stay tight on the line
Their hearts will wreck your body
Their love will wreck your soul
Keep to the boats!
Their hearts will wreck your body
Their lies will wreck your soul
Keep to the boats
The ocean isn't forever
We'll be home soon
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Latent Unrest
04:23
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Snow on the beach
machines in our bed
security breach, we were both left for dead
your carpenters hands disempowered my heart
the end of our fleet
your agenda and art
Leave it under the sky
Stay broken for tonight
Lay down with me now
There's nothing left to confess
Let us be still in the latent unrest
I wanted to go where the master once led
but with you I know he deserted and fled
you claimed to have cures for merciless greed
That which is yours still seeks to be freed
Leave it under your eye
Stay broken for tonight
Lay down with me now
There's nothing left to confess
Let us be still in the latent unrest
This gem is my fear; my paralysis wrought
and is no less austere when my red hand is caught
Though muzzle and mist lay ahead in design
a breath and a twist brings me flints of divine
Leave it under your eye
Stay broken for tonight
Lay down with me now
There's nothing left to confess
Let us be still in the latent unrest
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Whether Weather
04:04
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Tears are a bitter fall rain
Send a chill to the bone
Shiver suddenly again
How long has it been since I've been home
I'm alive, even when I don't feel it
You're staring at me with
your soft emerald windows
Strip me like a June child
off to drown underneath your waters wild
I'm alive, even when I don't feel it
I'm alive, even when I can't see
I wonder whether our separation could ever
weather the pain that I found in your bed
I'm alive, even when I don't feel it
I'm alive, even when I can't see
the hope, the future, the life I've to live
without you to keep my pillows warm
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i, The Ghost Denton, Texas
i, the Ghost.
Denton, TX.
I was asked by the girl in my bed, what I thought of love in my head, and I had no reply.
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