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Call It What You Want
03:02
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Call it what you want,
You keep repeating the same three words, three words,
Dog with a bone,
Your grip is weak but you never let it go
Don't let it go,
Dog with a bone,
You cut the tape,
You stop the pulse,
Don't let it go,
You call it what you want
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Roads
03:47
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The road is paved with doubt,
And I'm on the road trying to figure it out,
Which truths have been told and which were left out?
Keep your eyes on the road, cause it's running you down
The road is rolling out,
The horizon's a ghost and the sun has gone out,
If the wheels have come off will we hit solid ground?
I'm a fly on the wall, you're a bug in my mouth
It all dissolves in metaphors,
The poison and the cure are both inside of us,
No one can be sure of what it costs
The road is running out,
My mind's on the road but my head's in the clouds,
Now the kills are exposed, they lay dead on the ground,
Keep your eyes on the road, cause it's running you down
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Stars In Our Eyes
02:59
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With stars in our eyes, the world at our feet,
We left behind the place we grew up in to move to these streets,
And when we arrived, like fish in a stream,
We got ourselves caught up in a current before we could swim
We sailed by the stars, high above the sea,
We're drawn to the light, the lights of the city,
With stars in our eyes, with stars in our eyes
The world at our feet,
We came this whole way looking for something we wanted to be,
And never arrive, we'll meet where we meet,
If we were lost here we could've been found when we wanted to be
We sailed by the stars, high above the sea,
We're drawn to the light, the lights of the city,
With stars in our eyes, with stars in our eyes
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Microsleep
03:12
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I won't leave pages for the histories,
Traces leading back to me,
Fall into a microsleep
And I deplete, I won't leave a legacy,
There'll be nothing left of me,
Fall into a microsleep
I may be entertaining fantasies,
Holding onto childish dreams,
But they're always out of reach
And I know these are wasted opportunities,
Searching in your hollow screen,
Fall into a microsleep
I've already given blood, I know that it's not enough,
But it's everything I've got
If the weight of the world is too much for you to hold,
Thank God I'm not the only one, thank God I'm not the only one
I won't leave pages for the histories,
Traces leading back to me,
Fall into a microsleep
I've already given blood, I know that it's not enough,
But it's everything I've got
If the weight of the world is too much for you to hold,
Thank God I'm not the only one, thank God I'm not the only one
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5. |
I Don't Want Anyone Else
03:45
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I don't want anyone else,
I'm holding my breath as I slip from your grip,
I've seen the light you emit,
It makes everything clear and it helps me forget
The silver lining's gone,
There's still a light in your arms
Starting to question myself,
Cards stacked on the shelf, it's the hand I've been dealt,
I know I'm fooling myself,
You were more than my match, I was swept to the depths
The silver lining's gone,
There's still a light in your arms
Lately I've been somewhere else,
Trying to balance the books,
Take me away from the things I know
The silver lining's gone,
There's still a light in your arms
I don't want anyone else,
I keep holding my breath as I slip from your grip
I don't want anyone else...
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Waxen wings in maiden flight,
Oh, scratching at the ceiling, fingers losing feeling,
Built to reach for greater heights,
Oh, where the wind is blowing, never see it coming
Shining beacon in the night,
Oh, I can hardly see it, choking in the distance,
While they reach towards the sky,
I'll wait until the morning to fly into the morning sun
I'll wait until the morning, I'll wait until the morning sun,
Now that we have fallen we're flying closer to the sun
Build it up then shoot it down,
Oh, breaking like clay pigeons, cracked to little pieces,
Highly strung become unwound,
Oh, falling from the heavens, crashing into buildings,
Coming back to solid ground,
Oh, I have reached the finish, this is my beginning,
While they reach towards the sky,
I'll wait until the morning to rise up like the morning sun
I'll wait until the morning, I'll wait until the morning sun,
Now that we have fallen we're flying closer to the sun
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7. |
i'll wait
02:56
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I'll wait, I'll wait
Breaking down your door,
I drop my shield and sword,
I'll wait, I'll wait
I'll wait for , I'll wait for
I'll wait, I'll wait
Who in the world?
Waiting for the world...
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8. |
Look Alive!
04:53
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Count it off, the wait has been so long,
Tear it up, the pieces don't belong
Cut it out, the raging of the gods,
Let pagans shout "Come on!",
It's raining down above
Looking out, the waning of the light,
Pushing off, away and out of time
Cut it out, the raging of the gods,
Let the pagans shout "Come on!",
It's raining down above
So look alive he's on his game...
Cut it out, the raging of the gods,
Let the pagans shout "Come on!",
It's raining down above
So look alive he's on his game...
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9. |
Strike Up a Match
03:42
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Strike up a match,
Throw it out of the window,
My head's hitting the pillow light it up like Apollo
We never look back,
We only begin to,
The Devil's within you we've gotta continue
So stick to the facts,
(you’re burning your bridges)
And cut me some slack,
(get it out of your system)
Who's watching your back?
(gotta make a decision there's no time for precision)
And I know that I should run,
Should be raising the alarm,
But I waited for too long,
Have I only woken up?
'Cause lately I don't know
We're under attack,
I'm changing my colour,
Keep your mind out the gutter you got my heart aflutter
So stick to the facts,
(you’re burning your bridges)
And cut me some slack,
(get it out of your system)
Who's watching your back?
(gotta make a decision there's no time for precision)
We hunt in a pack, that's all that I ask,
(we're stuck in the middle)
We slipped through the cracks
(gaining little by little)
You strike up a match
(got you running for cover where's your sense of adventure?)
And I know that I should run,
Should be raising the alarm,
But I've waited far too long,
Have I only woken up?
'Cause lately I don't know
(have we made it far enough? are we moving much too slow?)
'Cause lately I don't know
(I'd have made it out the door if I had somewhere to go)
'Cause lately I don't know
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10. |
Running
03:47
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With the writing scrawled upon the wall,
He thought that he might be swallowed up whole,
She couldn't look him in the eye,
He couldn't look to see if she was trying
Don't be scared, don't say a prayer for me,
Cause I'm so tired of fighting can't you see
He kept it like a souvenir,
And held it to him when she wasn't there,
Another thing to gather dust,
Another thing to keep him in the dark
It's not fair, they bare their fangs and teeth,
There's no use in running from that beast
I know that you could give in and be free
It's not fair, they took their share from me,
There's no use in hiding from that beast,
Don't despair just be prepared to leave,
There's no use in running from defeat
Just keep holding out until we're beat
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Mechanical Pterodactyl Melbourne, Australia
The creation of multi-instrumentalist/producer Yen Nguyen, Mechanical Pterodactyl build Dreampop compositions that place
lyrical melodies over a richly woven blend of acoustic, electric and electronic instruments.
Having worked across genres from jazz and hip hop to electronica and rock, Yen brings eclectic sounds and production techniques together to create atmospheric and lush pieces.
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