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Brixton
04:27
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Everybody's here
On the long escalator
Rising to the street
From the belly of the beast.
Market sellers scream
Seizing attention
From aromas of incense
And the spewing of nonsense.
Repent repent
Repent repent
The end is coming.
City spitting fire
Flicking tongues of flame
Find somebody to blame.
City spitting fire
Flicking tongues of flame
Lovers on the platform
Bodies under the train.
Everybody's here
On the long escalator
Perfumed and pretty
Setting out for the city.
Repent repent
Repent repent
The end is coming.
City spitting fire
Flicking tongues of flame
Find somebody to blame.
City spitting fire
Flicking tongues of flame
Lovers on the platform
Bodies under the train.
Everybody's here...
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The Spell
04:15
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Wake up sleepy head
Last night's sky wore cherry red
And the morning dressed in blue
Time grew wings and flew
This much is true.
Chase your dreams away
Let's go out and greet the day
There is dancing in the trees
Branches with the breeze.
But the weather's changing
Here come the heavy clouds
We used to forsake shelter
Now we follow crowds.
The stories we tell
The pain we endure
Beware of the spell
No person is pure.
But the weather's changing
Here come the heavy crowds
We used to seek out sunlight
Now we're chasing clouds.
The stories we tell
The pain we endure
Beware of the spell
No person is pure.
The stories we tell
The pain we endure
Beware of the spell
No person is pure.
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Nothing to Declare
03:01
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Sleepless
In the shallow light of your kiss
With the salty taste of sweetness
Lies are spilling from your mouth.
But I see truth
Flash across your eyes
When I speak dreams
You lower your disguise
I ask when
Silence stills the air
And you remain
With nothing to declare.
Rising
With the murky light of morning
No more corners left to hide in
Truth is spilling from my mouth.
And I see pain
Fill your waking eyes
We both know well
The language of goodbyes
Your tears taste sweet
Salty is the air
I take my leave
With nothing to declare
Nothing to declare
Nothing to declare.
Sleepless
Sleepless.
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Conor Ebbs Dublin, Ireland
Singer-songwriter from Dublin, Ireland.
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