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Sealions
03:50
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Sealions run, waiting for the day they get out
Out of their cage, back against the chemical light
See how they charge up, harassing celebrity magistrates
Into the wild, it's never going to happen my friend
Why did you make that call?
What were you thinking of?
When will you make a better choice?
Who are you going to love?
Best burnt from froze, fostering the need for familiar things
Stepchild of his, lingering too long on the doorstep (step, step)
Nevertheless, your poorly informed spite notwithstanding
Needless to say, I had the second-to-last laugh
Sealions, in their kennels.
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No Records
03:07
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If I said that I was over you
You know it must've been a lie
'Cos the thought of never holding you
You know it eats me up inside
'Cos I don't think it's sociable
To see love as disposable
I know I get unreasonable
Unreasonable at times
But you can breathe a sigh
No records will remain of what we had
No records will remain
Please erase me from your memory
Won't you delete me from your history
And how can I explain the way it feels
To hold you in my hands
To someone who has never had to let you go
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JB
05:03
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Back from the brink
An accident waiting to happen again
Oh you must have known
That I couldn't bear it, to lose you like everything
I was only killing time.
Undo the thread
And listen again as they tell you the legend
Of what went wrong
I wrote it all down in the folder I sent to you
Won't you spend a bit more time?
Oh could you spare a sec?
Can't you spend a bit more time?
But you don't get another chance
To beat me with your olive branch
You'll find me on the sleeping sands
You can call from the shore
Whispers and glares
Between the old faxes
The glass at the axis
I couldn't bear
And now that I've told you my life cannot be the same
I was only killing time
Until you come back home
I was only killing time
Call across the sky
I was only killing time
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Cycle Spin
04:47
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Keep your receipts
Log all of your phonecalls
Label seconds
Bought in smaller stores
The cycle spins
And the eons race
How I abuse you
Don't come around
There is no space
It gets late
And it gets early
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