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Summer passes and I’m alone inside the office
The bosses gone, into the sun to burn their assets
Far away is where I need them
Far away, but who would keep them
Next youtube song and another one
New cup of coffee
Far away is where you meet me
Far away from the machinery
And I don’t know what you want from me
And I just want to be
Now I can see it’s really everything that I need
Believe, it’s really everything that I need
Far away I celebrate my inner holiday
All that sand warms your feet
Feeds the buzz, but I don't need that
Rather stand on concrete
The deadline's gone and another one
Fresh pot of coffee
Far away is where you meet me
Far away from the machinery
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King of Dwarfs
02:46
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So thank you once again for making me this offer
In the times I could not stand for myself, on my own
And suddenly, king of dwarfs is no one I want to be
And certainly, king of dwarfs is no one you’ve got to be
We dig for gold inside our muddy mines
We lost control inside our muddy minds
We dig for gold inside our muddy mines
We lost our souls inside our muddy…
There’s so much I wouldn’t do
When there’s nothing I couldn’t do
And suddenly, king of dwarfs is no one I want to be
And certainly, king of dwarfs is no one you’ve got to be
My feet they hurt from all the marching
My eyes they burn from all the dust
I know it’s weird that I still stay here
I’ve got this feeling that I must
And now I wonder why there’s
So, so much I wouldn’t do
When there’s nothing I couldn’t do
And suddenly, king of dwarfs is no one I want to be
And certainly, king of dwarfs is no one you’ve got to be
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Ubermassig
02:09
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They are still raging through my head
The things you heard me say
Which should never have been said
Sometimes I don’t know where I stand
But still I think I’ve got to speak, to care and to defend
And even though I don’t smoke, now I’m longing for a cigarette
Maybe the flash will clear my head
I’ve had days like these before
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The Austral
02:40
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It's still 37 hours until you will be around
And I'm here at the Austral pouring 5 dollar pints down
While I'm listening to a podcast about solar energy
And this guy here on the poster on the wall promises me
That his show would make me German - well, thanks anyway
And though that's quite impressive in a scary kind of way
I don't think I need this treatment now or ever
But what I need is a glass that's full
And what I have is a pocket that's empty
So I leave, step into Rundle Street and dream of times of plenty
To my surprise I'm almost sure I know my bearings
So full of confidence I stumble to the right
It's time for another beer, it's always beer o'clock right here
In the garden of unearthly delights
After 10 minutes in line I come to realize
Why I'd left the pub in the first place
And there's no ATM in circus tents, but more security than you'd think
And they're not that sympathetic to my needs
Because what I need is a glass that's full
And what I have is a pocket that's empty
And as they tenderly throw me onto Rundle Street
I dream of times of plenty
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You lie awake at night
You cannot sleep
You're more worried than me
And the mess is piling up
And it's obvious to me
I'm not quite the busy bee
I cannot seem to get shit done
Would you be my guiding light
Would you offer me a kick to fix this
And it's not that I don't know
I'm waiting for the moment
That you've got to let me go
Sometimes you whisper in your sleep
Are you dreaming of another one you’d rather see in me
When you’re lying next to me
Are you thinking of the other ones that I’m never going to be
Why can’t you just let it go
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Atrium
02:49
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Shaky hands, tired eyes, stiff and aching
The arms are dull; still they will do the thing
The lights turned on all the way; I keep cold sweating
Striking sine put me down with a bang
Cause I don't wanna go on with only half of my heart
Still I don't wanna be the one to tear things all apart
But I cannot go on to drown with these heavy thoughts
So could you tell me, could you tell me (where to start)
Another week, trembling feet in the cellar
Too many days down the line with the V.
But strong believes won't come back with the papers
Old believes, please come back with the beat
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The Age of Jay
02:37
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Don’t try to tell me how the world’s got to be
Don’t try to sell me the wrong as right
Here we are; don’t we share the same view
So why are we so different in our minds
We’re going down; we’re going down all the way
You keep on yelling; maybe you’re right
But in the end, when I walk down my streets
It’s playing safe, or staying alive
With nothing left to talk about
How would it help you to get loud
With nothing left to care about
How would it help you to get loud
You made me walk through the world
Like a child through the night
Don’t tell me to be afraid to step out in to the light
You used to teach me all the words I should fear
You taught me to be afraid to try
I totally know it’s so easy to blame you
But I can’t help it; I know I’m right
The years go by, but I don’t feel anything
No use in singing the same old lines
But what I know is that there’s grown a part inside of me
That keeps me from feeling fine
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Renovations & Additions
03:00
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Just admit it, this was more than overdue
If peace is just the absence of war, that’s exactly what we do
And I haven’t heard a single word of hatred since we started
We failed to sow the seeds of discord in the most fertile of gardens
It has always been this way
Procrastination, day to day
Every minute manifests what we have known
For days and weeks and months, it seems we essentially postponed
What was meant to be by necessity, sincerity has departed
We dodge and turn towards a faint hope
We just need to be restarted
It has always been this way
Pain avoidance, day to day
Everything we say means we're second to none
It's just our stupid way to stall what must be done
Every single day feels like we're on the run
And I hold on
It's just the same as every day
Everything we say means we're second to none
It's just our stupid way to stall what must be done
Every single day feels like we're on the run
And I hold on
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Circus Tune
03:30
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Time to go
Too many hours on the road for just one moment of your time
I’m out of rhymes, so I sing yours and make them mine
Say is there some place this can’t go
But I try to understand that there’s no need for written plans
But do I really understand there’s no need for any plans
Do I really want to know
And suddenly, a thousand places I’d rather be
When a second ago I felt so brave
I’m out of time, can I take yours and make it mine
Say is this something out of reach
But I try to understand that there’s no need for written plans
But do I really understand there’s no need for any plans
Do I really want to know
My dearest friend, a glass of Beam
Try to regain my self-esteem
Out of time, so I take yours and make it mine
Say is this something out of reach
Do you really want to know
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It's so goddamn early
I think I forgot my age
You're so goddamn pretty, not easy to concentrate
But the car won't drive itself and these wheels adore roads
So it pays to go through hell
But we'll never find a place to stay, my dear
We'll never find a place to stay right here
So let's move on
We're not the stationary ones
And we've been waiting for so long
That the next one better be great and worth the wait
But we'll never find a place to stay, my dear
We'll never find a place to stay right here
So let's move on
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Paddling Pool
03:22
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Hey, are you doing alright
You look like someone kicked your balls tonight
And I'm afraid that you might
End up caught in this state for quite a while
But I can't watch your demise
With chips and soda on the sofa
That's something you should despise
So how come I don't have a clue what to do
We've seen each other's faces
Two times this year and counting
And countless calls, I remember all four
Not to mention the news in our status reports
Now it's December and counting lost its purpose
And I'm a pretender, indifferent on the surface
But how should you know I'm not
I found a hiding spot in silence
But that doesn't mean I forgot
So how come I don't have a clue what to do
Cause it appears as if I am losing touch
And I fear you might think that I don't care much
My every statement is as shallow as a paddling pool
And I don't have a clue what to do
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