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Runaway
02:28
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Waiting on your latest lie
I dont think you mean it, I dont think you try
I heard them speak your name in my sleep
I woke up from my deepest dream
But you runaway
You runaway
Options, problems, man I got them all
But kidding myself never got anything solved
And so you runaway
You runaway
And i don't want to ever see you again
I dont need another fake friend
'Cos you runaway
You runaway
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2. |
Warm Face
03:38
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I'm the king of judgement now
You're the ghost that didn't know how
I line you up to burn you down
These golden chains won't stop me now, how
It's a warm face
It's a warm face by my side
It's a warm face
It's a warm face all the night
Jump on board this irony
The ghost ensured, it ensured me
This ain't my time, despite my will
In your mind its already ill
It's a warm face
It's a warm face by my side
It's a warm face
It's a warm face all the night
It's a warm face
It's a warm face by my side
In this cold place
In this cold place where I hide
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3. |
I'm Not Into Games
03:18
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Funny what you say
It's funny yeah, until you start to change
Walking dead on that line
Talking like you've got something to find
And I'm not into games
May you listen well
I hear you knocking on my fucking bell
Our needs might feign another fairy tale
But I'm always in better states whenever we try to prevail
And I'm not into games
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4. |
It's Not Right
03:37
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Tomorrow I'll lie and that will be alright
I'd hoped you might give the darkside a try
Only your former pride could paralyze
My might, still my mind
And babe its not right
Tomorrow I'll try
But I'm not gonna sweat, over any of it
You made your fucking bed now sleep in it
Go your own, I double dare you
If you feel OK, maybe you're brand new
You gonna find a friend, shack up in the hills
Make yourself a bed and wade through all this ill
And I won't ever blame you still, a child with its own will
I will not appeal
And babe its not right
Tomorrow I'll try
But I'm not gonna sweat, over any of it
You made your fucking bed now sleep in it
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5. |
Yourself In A Mess
03:00
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The things that were true, of the things that you said
I can count them on one hand, but I choose not to friend
You probably spoke *Without you
When you really meant to say something new
Isn't funny, but not quite strange
that people are picking themselves up from this game
not that its me, i think quite a lot
i thought my way back to the bottom of an empty box
Don't forget me fore the end of this song
I know its not easy, but its not that long
Don't forget me fore the end of this song
cos One day you'll be in a mess, that you'll have to address
Your mum once told me to be careful of you
I thought she was joking but now shes come through
I wasn't sure quite what that means
but now your missing from in between my sheets
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Maybe You Owe Me
03:17
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Sunshine help me from my life
Give me mornings that I might like
Baby, know your sorrow is gone
Maybe tomorrow you won't hurt anymore
Maybe you owe me and maybe you dont
Maybe you owe me and maybe you dont
Sunshine is my greatest want
Pulls me up in from the fog
You told me you couldn't sleep without me by your side
You told me you need me, in to confide
Maybe you owe and maybe you don't
Maybe you owe and maybe you don't
Maybe you owe and maybe you don't
Babe can you pay me, anything at all
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7. |
Find A Way
03:48
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I heard an omen long ago
Listening on the radio
I hear the gumtrees calling to me
What is this feeling when it begins?
When will this feeling start cutting in?
What is the worst I would ever have to see?
One in the morning, one on the clock
We fight it over, we find it lost
We talked for hours, we talked in circles
What is it you do when you don't want
To turn around and just give up?
I do not need it, something like that
Me, I might just find a way
Might just, might just
Four in the morning, I'll catch some rest
Nothing to wake for, no breakfast
I did not finish, what I meant to say
Can you sit down and take a breath
What is the point of being second best?
And in the worst way I am the test you make
Me, I might just find a way
Might just, might just
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Robert Ely Melbourne, Australia
Rob Ely was born and raised around the grazing pastures of Kelly country, at the foot of the Strathbogies, in North-East
Victoria.
Rob Ely writes indie-folk musings about the heart, life and the absurdity of existence, marrying melancholic guitar with powerful vocals . He loves the process of writing and recording his own work.
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