1. |
Manifold
03:54
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Get me there
With no hopes
Broken bottles
On this road
And it's all clinging
To red old lights
Forged plastic
You're never clean
I swear I'm cured
But this street speaks
Born unto
The oil leaks
I swear I'm cured
But this street speaks
Born unto
The oil leaks
I swear I'm cured
But this street speaks
Born unto
The oil leaks
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2. |
Clear-cut Wire
04:29
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Severed
Up to your door
Weathered
I looked for more
I take flight
Over clear-cut
Trees gone
And wires hanging
There is land here
Where my ghost wanders
Where it still loves things
Where it still fears things
And I still love things
But mostly fear things
Cut my decayed wings
My from the grave wings
My wings of bone
My wings of stone
Of copper wire
Of blood and callous
And I still love things
But mostly fear things
Cut my decayed wings
My from the grave wings
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3. |
Diamondhead Anthem
03:27
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4. |
Fighter Pilot
05:09
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Fighter eyes
Fighter eyes
Fighter smile
Fighter smile
Gotta rest his head
For a while
Fighter jokes
Fighter jokes
Fighter smokes
Fighter smokes
He's got bruises
He's got style
He's done wonders
He's taken numbers
Points his bird up
Towards the thunders
He's that fighter smart
He's got a fighter's heart
He'll stand where he is
And he'll wait no matter what
I know him well
He'll walk through hell
He's a dear friend
I hope he knows that
How tough he is
I hope he knows that
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5. |
Converter
03:01
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With stripped steel whirring
And my dust cleared
I take steps forward
From what I've feared
Because I've been learning
I've kept fuel burning
But the more I know
The more it hurts
And I keep telling you
And I kept telling you
I tried telling you
But you know that
And I keep telling you
And I kept telling you
I tried telling you
But you know that
And I keep telling you
And I kept telling you
I tried telling you
But you know that
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6. |
Tarot
03:49
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They lay down
Superstition
A premonition
The vicious tension
They lay down
Fail to mention
The new invention
That kills my head
They lay down
Wands on them
Of 8 and 10
Write in pen
They lay down
Lay down
Lay down
Lay down
Lay down
Lay down
Lay down
Lay down
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7. |
Seeker
04:29
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