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The first time that I saw you,
I could hardly open my eyes.
So pleased to meet you Charlotte,
On this inner circle ride.
And girl you'd better keep hold of your ticket,
They might check it, they might check it.
Or you'd get stuck on this platform with me,
I'm a single, you're my new discovery.
Eyes look left and eyes look right,
I'm sitting here with Michael.
We're going home, we were out last night,
Go round one more time, right cool.
See that girl, I know her name,
We've never met, but I know,
That we'll sit here and play eye-games,
'Til one of us has to go.
It's all in your head it's all in.
Your head knows better.
It's all in your head it's all in.
Your head knows better than this.
It's all in your head it's all in.
Your head knows better.
It's all in your head it's all in.
Darting eyes on the underground,
When you've written me off then you hear the sound,
Of my voice in your ears, and your conscience it cheers, pushing your forwards,
Encouraging to take that chance,
On this subterranean romance
Darting eyes on the underground,
When you woke up today you never thought you'd have found,
A smile matching yours, an escape from the tears, I haven't felt this in years,
And I'm so glad that you caught my glance,
Now this carriage is filled with our romance.
You got off.
You got off last stop.
You got off.
You got off at the last stop.
Won't you stay with me my west end darling?
And I will hold you close, I'll keep you warm all morning.
We can stay on this track with commuters and drunks in the back.
But when they all depart you'll leave me,
I know you've got no problem with breaking my heart.
Darting eyes on the underground,
When you've written me off then you hear the sound,
Of my voice in your ears, and your conscience it cheers, pushing your forwards,
Encouraging to take that chance,
On this subterranean romance
Darting eyes on the underground,
When you woke up today you never thought you'd have found,
A smile matching yours, an escape from the tears, I haven't felt this in years,
And I'm so glad that you caught my glance,
Now this carriage is filled with our romance.
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Glass of '07
06:26
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At the top of a windswept city block,
I will stand with a panorama equal to no other,
And the view, it takes your breath away,
You say, then you remember that you broke my glasses yesterday.
Well they shattered on the floor: those familiar glass circles.
No, don't take one more step,
But if you help me find the pieces that'd be neat.
It's 5 o'clock and my heart stops,
And we're supposed to meet at a station,
Start our travels across this nation.
But then you explain my mistake away:
You say, don't I remember that I broke my glasses yesterday.
Why do I pretend to read?
Well I curse these broken eyes,
And I can't even tell the time,
And I've got magazines -
You think I'm magic knowing what they mean -
Nobody else will ever love me.
So I just look at the pictures now,
Staring down the inks,
Furrowing my brow.
Separating blurs from the images that I've found.
Found.
Found.
Found.
It's all in your drawing.
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Get Something on Film
03:36
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Get Something on Film
A lonely scene in a field appears to me,
As my brain accesses stillframes from my memory.
A beautiful girl I recognise,
She's holding back tears,
She's crying inside.
No more pushing,
No more asking,
About what is troubling you,
I'll stop complaining.
Reason is in the way of our love now,
But I still love your photographs,
The way that you capture that,
Sense of reality.
Now your shutter-speed is set up,
The aperture adjusted,
Don't soften the focus,
Push down on the button.
You've framed the perfect shot of me,
But still it looks empty.
Back to tonight as we drive an open road,
And the silence speaks volumes more than you have told.
You can break for me girl, I'll sympathise,
And you'll have one less person that you need to lie to...
..night I know the reason,
For why your heart's been bleeding.
For this I'll never see you again.
Reason is in the way of our love now,
But I still love your photographs,
The way that you capture that,
Sense of reality.
Now the shutter-speed is set up,
The aperture adjusted,
Don't soften the focus,
Push down on the button.
You've framed the perfect shot of me,
But it'll always be empty.
Get something on film and I will,
Oh yes I will get quite a chill.
You haunt me like a villain ghost,
On an old horror movie reel.
Photos you deliver,
Who's that in the picture?
I don't know.
I wanted to leave you.
Why do I always see you?
Sweet fucking seppuku.
What if I decide to?
You'll decide too.
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