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If you can
06:27
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Burn the house to the ground
Be inside asking why? Time and time again
Keep your chin up, it's half your luck
Climbing up the walls and lace
Trying to escape
Blue
Were all the things that meant anything to me
Blind
Were all the things that made any sense back then
So, burning down inside my head
I heard a voice say 'what is with these days?'
Satisfied, the dopes in your eyes
Falling in line, you'll be doing fine
So run with me, run for our lives
Like a gun to my head
What's this burning threat on me
Blue
Were all the things that meant anything to me
Blind
Were all the things that made any sense back then
Catch a man in red
He's all abounds your head
Catch a man in red
He's all abounds your head
Burning down inside my head
I heard a voice say 'what is with these days?'
Catch a man in red
He's all abounds your head
Catch a man in red
He's all abounds your head
Blue
Were all the things that meant anything to me
Blind
Were all the things that made any sense back then
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We are lost like novels in the dark
Whilst these book burners rant and rave
‘Dangers at the door, eat thy neighbour’
Why the long face? Why the breakdown?
We are ruled by Psychopaths and Sycophants
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High
04:42
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High
I found this melody
In pieces and abandoned in a dream
Mourning the home it lost
Amongst the harmony
So I put it in my ear
And checked if it still sung
It rang out melancholy
Broke every bone in my body
High
So I put it in my pocket
To hide it from the profits
But I couldn’t keep it quiet
These vandals know all my secrets
So it makes, makes me feel, makes me feel...
High
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Oscar the cat
06:15
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Oscar
A don quixote
A conqueror,
They laughed him down
From the cold
Into his scene
On his throne now
Oh my O
I suffer the fools and serfs
That grow in your womb
Hide in your toes and fingers
So far you don’t scare me
But fee fi fo fum
How you do run
The sweetest souls I know
They woo me like prey
My heavenly animated twisted fabrications of my desire
We form a sweet rapport
A meticulous business steeped in our accord
Or so I am told
Oscar
A don quixote
A conqueror,
They laughed him down
From the cold
Into his scene
On his throne now
Oh my O
Someone feed me now
Oh you don’t feed me no more
Oscar
A don quixote
A conqueror,
They laughed him down
From the cold
Into his scene
On his throne now
Oh my Oscar
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Invisible Dears Melbourne, Australia
Invisible Dears is the brainchild of Melbourne multi-instrumentalist and Singer/Songwriter Thomas C. Baud. Drawing inspiration from his musical upbringing, Invisible Dears is the culmination of Thomas’ Folk, Psychedelic and Rock roots.
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