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The loudest sound inside your head says you’re a diamond; your destiny is shining,
And I’ve been in the dark behind you; Quasimodo, a student at your dojo,
And lately everything I do is in the shadow of you.
You loser, you Argonaut, who called me a dilettante.
Lay crashed in your cabin and I’m on a passage to nowhere.
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Van Song
02:31
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Oh God, I loved that van;
60,000 miles of single-minded worship.
I was a kid then.
Hands at ten and two.
Would you tell me what I did to make me lose you like I did then?
Was it my heart? I wasn’t pure.
Always wanting more.
Oh God, I loved that sound;
Skipping engine, jumping time, over the toll bridge to some new city.
Sputtering to sleep, endless highway dark and deep, but never lonely.
Listening to old sounds, I wonder who that could be?
Was it my heart? I wasn’t pure.
I raced too fast. I wasn’t sure.
Always wanting more.
They say the good die swift, and the world is broke and vampire-rich.
I miss you, though it is stupid, you were my friend.
I miss you, and that’s all you get.
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Now We're Losing
01:22
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Spent the better part of a decade waiting for someone to give me a chance,
But I set fire to all the bridges that stand, and now I’m losing.
My friends are all 31 and damaged.
They tell me that we’re gonna do great.
Some wrong turn somewhere, some big mistake, and now they’re losing.
What a gift to be given (I believe in you)
All I want is a prism you can see through.
My friends are all 31 and damaged.
They swear to me we’re gonna do great.
Some wrong turn somewhere, some big mistake, and now we’re losing,
We’re losing,
We’re losing.
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Cagliostro
03:02
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Patience, Patience, Cagliostro.
There’s no more magic for you today.
We heard you can’t sleep, somnambulist, so we’re drinking tea to stay awake.
There’s time you’ve got left, and people to love, and all that you see is a lie and a tug,
But I know in my heart you’ll wade through the mud ‘til you’re down so far deep that you’ll never come up.
Hold your head down Cagliostro; they’re trading gifts in the hot sun.
And when the lights’ down, Cagliostro, your fantasy involves everyone.
All that you’d want in an observatory, and they’re trading tales about your cunning wit.
Never give up my feudal magician, cuz they may realize you’re full of shit.
All that you meet in an observatory, and they’re trading jokes about your ‘rapier wit’,
Never give up my feudal magician, cuz they may realize you’re full of shit.
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