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The Crash
03:05
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I awoke to find a nurse holding my hand - she said a year had passed since I saw her last. I quickly asked her what had happened. She laughed, and said, shaking her head, "that's what she said". Then she let me out onto the street, even though I was in pain with nothing lost and nothing gained.
Even though I was in mortal pain, with nothing lost and nothing gained, I would never be the same.
It took me weeks to remember who I was, another year would pass, 'til I reached the last paragraph. Then I remember the crash! I was on the passenger side after she entered my life! And we just couldn't walk away, even though we were in pain with nothing lost and nothing gained.
Even though we were in mortal pain with nothing lost and nothing gained, we would never be the same.
Trying to remember what I previously tried to forget, reverse psychology, don't think I have a forward gear yet. Every single scene I make to the very last take is sideways, some days don't think I'll ever move away from that day - lost virginity, gained naivity, same old story, the Nativity, noone to thank, memory blank, except for the crash, I remember the crash.
I awoke to find a nurse holding my hand, she said a year has passed since I saw her last. I quickly asked her what had happened - she said a year had passed, since I saw her last.
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The Air Of Budapest
04:21
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Guess you look pretty swish, girl - you look pretty. I get up off the floor and stand to attention. My eye-shadow? It's natural. My make-up? Coal dust. Lipstick? Young blood. And you don't get much good news around here, but no news is bad news. But you won't remember what you say, and you won't remember what you do, but it'll be here on display, for tourists and history students - heed my caution. Guess you look pretty swish, girl. You look pretty neat. OH GOD I WANNA CRY but it's not my party. And I can't give you anymore, but you know that I'll try and do my best, 'cos I love you, and I hate you - you smell of the air of budapest. But you won't remember what you say, and you won't remember what you do, but it'll be here on display, for tourists and history students - heed my caution.
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Running To The Airport
05:15
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Running to the airport to catch a final goodbye, I'll never forget, I remember everytime: keys still in the door, glasses still on the table.
Running to the airport, your perfume in my hair, your parents will kill me, but I promised I'd be there.
Good morning bedsprings, good morning floorboards.
And the best thing that I ever said was the last thing I ever said to you - but it doesn't matter now.
Running to the airport, I knew I was gonna be late, "Just five more minutes" you said, "you know that he'll wait". I remember everytime, I never wanted to leave.
And the best thing that I ever said was the last thing I ever said to you - but it doesn't matter now.
(Good morning bedsprings, good morning floorboards).
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Unnecessary Fuss
05:58
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No reason, no rhyme nor reason. case by case basis: classic case escapologist. and yes its a living, yes it's living, yes it's life, but that's life. so why do we bother with such unnecessary fuss?
No reason, no rhyme nor reason, damn these circles, damn these concentric circles. we sewed our eyelids shut, so why won't you let the sun come out rainy face? and why do I bother, with such unnecessary fuss?
I don't care much for pits of despair, but I've been informed that this is for the benefit of mankind, and you'd be mad to argue with that.
No reason, no rhyme nor reason.
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