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Unified
04:23
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I am I,
you are you.
But I can't
but see through.
'Cause I am you,
and you means I
when our perspectives realign.
Unified
in life's space,
occupy
different places;
different bodies,
kindred minds,
same spirit same design.
All forget
common ties,
to eachother
became blind.
Hypnotised
by selfish ways,
sacrificed for self gain.
But we suffer
when we fall
from the knowledge
each is all;
different bodies,
kindred minds,
same spirit same design.
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Peppermint Slice
06:37
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Icarus, work gave wings with which to play.
A bitter blaze burned when the wings they turned to flames.
With the sky so high and the air was once so nice...
And the sun in his eye was the peppermint slice.
Woke up today half asleep to take a train.
My mind is deep in pain and my eyes are cold and grave.
I tried with all might to remain within
life's light...
But the strain of the blaze just keeps snatching my sight.
And it feels so nice...
Feels so nice.
It feels so nice....
It feels so nice.
Peppermint slice...
Peppermint slice.
Peppermint slice...
Peppermint slice.
I warmed myself beside the burning remnants of a dream
which caught fire and lost flight by the flames of destiny -
who's only guarantee is a temporary gain,
ravaged by the flames and the refrain of the pain.
So we redream, repeat, driven desperate by the need
to succeed, achieve, while we're falling to the sea.
Although each time we fly we fall it is 'cause all decays -
not the fire in my spirit though,
i'm gonna fly away.
And it feels so nice...
Feels so nice.
It feels so nice....
It feels so nice.
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Roll The Dice
06:01
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The disco ball's a thousand eyes
shining bright up high -
peers upon the room of people dancing through the night.
The disco ball's a thousand eyes
shining bright up high -
peers upon the room of people dancing through the night...
Or so it seems,
but really that's the gleam
of your own reflection mirrored by the magic beam.
Although you are all there you'll know you're always on your own until you let go to the rhythm thrown, move with the moment's will.
The disco ball is made from all the mind's mixed in the dancehall,
mirroring the masks and meanings each has bought.
The disco ball is made from all the mind's mixed in the dancehall,
mirroring the masks and meanings each has bought...
Beams what you're feeling
by the colours it's revealing.
Particular to all and each underneath it's reach
it can be a beach,
or a lake of ice.
It is you who makes the scene -
which one? You decide.
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5. |
Who's At The Door
06:30
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