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One of the Few
04:15
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I'm a curiosity, you find me a mystery
But you may not like all you see if you delve too deep
I want to be natural, let you sense me as myself
But like a turtle in it's shell, I don't care for feeling vulnerable
I'm a slow, slow thinker
I'm a stargazer
I get cold as winter
Tear like tissue paper
You should know I'm quite impossible
And if I let you close, you're one of the few
I'm not an anomaly, I'm both blessing and liability
So if my taste is bittersweet will you stay with me?
I'm a slow, slow thinker
I'm a stargazer
I get cold as winter
Tear like tissue paper
You should know I'm quite impossible
And if I let you close, you're one of the few
So don't run, don't run
Don't run, don't run
Don't run, don't run
Don't run, don't
I'm a slow, slow thinker
I'm a stargazer
I get cold as winter
Tear like tissue paper
You should know I'm quite impossible
And if I let you close, you're one of the few
You should know I'm quite impossible
And if I let you close, you're one of the few
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2. |
Education
03:46
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There's something I'm beginning to understand:
This is an education;
That maybe we are students all our days,
And death is our graduation.
Cos I'm in a menagerie with all sorts of strange creatures
Trying to learn how I should behave and what to imitate
Everybody wants to have a good time
Everybody wants to feel a high
I wish it was as simple as
Following my impulses
But that don't always turn out right
Give me an education
Give me an education
I've accepted life is a practical degree
And nothing is simulated
Trial and error stamped all over me oh
This process is fascinating
I'd hoped I'd have evolved by now but I am still a strange creature
Where head and heart must coexist there will be fisticuffs
I don't want to do anything stupid
But I don't want to miss out on the fun
Sometimes I can lose my mind
And then I have to improvise
Far too easy to get wrong
Give me an education
Give me an education
Oh discipline
I don't like your sting
But I want the wisdom that you bring
Oh discipline
I don't like it but I need you
Yeah sometimes I don't like the way I'm learning
Sometimes it hardly seems fair
But the puzzles on my page
Are in ink, I can't erase them
So I just gotta do my best
Give me an education
Give me an education
Oh discipline
I don't like your sting
But I want the wisdom that you bring
Oh discipline
I don't like it but I need you.
Oh discipline
I don't like your sting
But I want the wisdom that you bring
Oh discipline
I don't like it but I need you.
I need... I need...
There's something I'm beginning to understand:
This is an education.
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3. |
Girls & Boys
03:26
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The hours used to crawl by like the beetles
I kept in cardboard boxes - thought they'd never escape
but each morning when I woke up, I'd find them gone and
it's funny how time has worked out that way
The world used to be like my imagination -
An endless string of dreams I'd forever explore
Every corner of each city, I'd wanna race in,
I didn't think of the terrors that my nightmares could hold.
Hai ya ya ya etc.
Girls and boys, girls and boys
Romping in the backyard, making up stories
Girls and boys, girls and boys
Still playing our games, but we've lost our toys
Ooh ooh.
Adults 'way back when' were so much smarter
I was sure that I could trust what they say
Yet on the odd occasion they'd be mistaken
And now I've figured out that'll never change
When I was a child I saw my future
I knew right from wrong, every answer was plain
But now I'm all grown up I've graduated
Cos I have seen how black and white can blur into grey
Hai ya ya ya etc.
Girls and boys, girls and boys
Romping in the backyard, making up stories
Girls and boys, girls and boys
Still playing our games, but we're not just
Girls and boys, girls and boys
Romping in the backyard, making up stories
Girls and boys, girls and boys
Still playing our games...
Shall I play with you?
Would that be a bad move?
Can we change the rules?
Does someone have to lose?
Girls and boys...
Girls and boys...
Girls and boys, girls and boys
Romping in the backyard, making up stories
Girls and boys, girls and boys
Still playing our games, but we're not just
Girls and boys, girls and boys
Romping in the backyard, making up stories
Girls and boys, girls and boys
Still playing our games, but we've lost our toys
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Hot Blood
03:29
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I'm tryna keep my cool, tryna keep it chilled,
Tryna sit sub-zero
I'm drinking iced lemonade, tryna freeze my brain,
Keep the mercury low
If I could just stay calm,
I'd do a whole lot better, and a lot less wrong
But can you let it go...
When you got Hot blood, Hot blood, Hot blood?
You're getting too emotional
You better keep in it in control
Yeah you got Hot blood, Hot blood, Hot blood
You got that passion in your soul
But it can fire up like hell
I've got some real opinions, I've got real feelings
That I want to make known
I'm trying to calculate, trying to meditate
Cos I dont wanna explode
My heart makes cotton candy
Just a little bit of sugar and it's spun up all crazy
So hard to let it go
When you got Hot blood, Hot blood, Hot blood
You're getting too emotional
Better keep in it in control
Yeah you got Hot blood, Hot blood, Hot blood
You got that passion in your soul
But it can fire up like hell
And then you burn someone.
And then you burn someone.
And then you burn someone.
And then you burn someone.
You can't hold your temper
You can't hold your tongue
It must be the danger
of your hot blood
Not much of a villain
No much 'not to love'
But you can burn, you can burn
With your hot blood
With your hot blood yeah
Hot blood, Hot blood, Hot blood
You're getting too emotional
You Better keep in it in control
Yeah you got Hot blood, Hot blood, Hot blood
You got that passion in your soul
But it can fire up like hell
And then you burn someone.
And then you burn someone.
And then you burn someone.
And then you burn someone.
With your hot blood.
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5. |
Full Human
04:19
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If my heart was on display, right now --
every lonely place, every secret vault --
You would be shocked.
If my exterior absorbed my inner mess--
my attitude, and feelings-- the image I reflect, it wouldn't be so sweet.
I call on my allies but I'm misled
Pride and self-pity, they are not my friends/
So I am left here fighting myself
while the person I want to be is collecting dust on the shelf
Oh oh bring me into the open air
Where I can expel this carbon dioxide
I'm choked by pollution I need to purge
Cos I'm so full human na na na na na
Where is purity and innocence?
Where is the peace we long to feel? the fear of God, not men?
Has it all been left.. behind... in Eden ?
There is no prosperity,
There is no warmth under the sun if we cannot be free from
All the demons that stalk, the beast
That keeps beating away, trying to steal our sleep
Bring me into the open air
Where I can expel this carbon dioxide
I'm choked by pollution I need to purge
Because I'm so full human
Show me the light I can't discern
Send the worst of me packing to never return,
I need to believe, there is beauty in being
So full human yeah
Oh I get hurt
by the people around me
And I hurt them in turn
It's kind of disturbing
I forget my common sense, forget my manners, forget thankfulness,
Forget responsibility, forget there are others on this earth
I'm scared by the truth cos it's heavy
and it's tempting to hide in a perpetual fantasy
My brain sips on poison, I say the wrong thing,
Make careless decisions, my errors in ink
Oh If I were a machine,
None of this would be a thing, it wouldn't be a thing
But my flesh, is not a curse, it's a gift:
getting to choose, getting to feel,
And knowing there's meaning being ....
Bring me into the open air
Where I can expel this carbon dioxide
I'm choked by pollution I need to purge
Because I'm so full human
Show me the light I can't discern
Send the worst of me packing to never return,
I need to believe, there is beauty in being
So full human. So full human ah na na na na na
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6. |
Terrestrial
04:18
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I would paint your likeness with oils on canvas
If I thought that would make you last.
I would write your future - Just a short description-
If my words would come to pass
Cos you, you're like a flame that I can't handle
And you, you're like a breeze that blows away
Oh beautiful terrestrial
How? How? How to keep a hold of you?
Time, it ruins all my hopes for you
As you waltz on your own winding path
And though you come back to me, I can feel you drifting
Just as soon as I sweep away the dust
Oh you. You're like a stone, I can't see into
And you, you're like a current I can't change
Oh beautiful terrestrial
How? How? How to keep a hold of you?
I want to wrap you up safe in the clouds
But you've got your world always pulling you down
So how? How to keep a hold of you?
A brief fascination
I had with the thought
Of cutting my ties and giving you up
But the apathy shattered cos it was a hoax
My perennial
Beautiful terrestrial
How? How? how to keep a hold of you?
I want to wrap you up safe in the clouds
But you've got your world always pulling you down
So how? How to keep a hold of you
How? How?
How to keep a hold ---
How? How?
Beautiful terrestrial.
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7. |
Fiction Borders
04:35
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Don't dumb me down
Don't dumb me down
Don't dumb me down
Feed me empty pills and I won't swallow
Don't dumb me down
Don't dumb me down
Don't dumb me down
I may not be a genius but I can...
I can see it like it is oh
I can see it like it is oh
And I'm after something real.
Don't push me 'round
Don't push me 'round
Don't push me 'round
Put me in your circus, I will not perform, no
Don't push me 'round
Don't push me 'round
Don't push me 'round
My heart is searching, stirring up my soul...
My soul aching to be free
My soul aching to be free
Cos I'm after something real.
Oh the truth seekers
They go running, running, running
Past the fiction borders
I go stumbling, stumbling, stumbling after them
Truth seekers
They go running, running, running
Past the fiction borders
I go stumbling, stumbling, after something
Truth seekers
They go running, running, running
Past the fiction borders
I go stumbling, stumbling, stumbling after them
Truth seekers
They go running, running, running
Past the fiction borders
I go stumbling, stumbling, after
Something oh ooh
Something oh ooh.
Something real
Something real
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8. |
Glory
04:18
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We are dancing mesmerised
'Round the ballrooms of our lives
Underneath the man-made lights and ceilings
But our glittering criteria
To feel something superior
Seems a lot more like a barrier to me
Cos outside
I can imagine a sunrise
Glory, glory
I shut my eyes and greater dreams
Start tugging like a memory
I'm tired of being courted by brief fancies
So I break the motions, slip away
Out the door, run down the stair case
Bit by bit the chaos fades, I can hear myself think
Yes outside,
I see the proof in the sunrise
Glory, glory, glory
Is being loved, being loved,
Being loved, being loved,
Being loved, being loved by You.
I'm soaring like an albatross
What I once treasured, I see is dross
And I don't feel a hint of loss for old mechanics
Cos glory, glory, glory
being loved
Glory, glory, glory
Is being loved, being loved,
Being loved, being loved,
Being loved, being loved by You-ooh
Being loved, being loved,
Being loved, being loved,
Being loved, being loved by You-ooh
Being loved by You.
Being loved by You.
Ah. Ooh. Ah.
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9. |
Postlude
01:49
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