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I Will Never Know
03:23
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Do I entertain the thought?
How long do I have? Until Papa Gede says
Man you have to come with me
Lift you weary soul
It's over
any final words?
You, ever me, ever me, couldn't see the spirit for the sun
So I started tripping out on all the people that I know
Save me, never let me go
And will they feel my presence while I'm in the river styx?
Don't tell me, I will never know
You, ever me, ever me, couldn't see the spirit for the sun
Amongst the gallows of the void
And rickets of the soul
Slumber
That I will never know
Until I'm desired to return to the other side
It will only be then I realise, life is the other side
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Be Mine
04:31
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Good morning sunshine,
What happened to your rainy day?
Starved by moonshine
Leave it all now be mine
Say that you'll be
with me when we're smouldering
come with me babe
with me, where the wild things are
To irritate, to come around this time
all for me
To make you Mine
To be Mine
Good morning sunshine
What happened to you rainy day?
Scarred by your ghosts
raving we'll be alright
ashamed of my veins
going out of style
you might leave me someday
that's ok my concubine
to irritate, to come around this time
all for me
To make you mine
To be mine
All my friends are dead beyond words to me
And for what it's worth, I miss you
For what it's worth, to me
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Mime
04:22
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Mime, Mime
Mime, Mime
Mime the song that's sung to you
Mime the song that's sung to you
Coz there'll be a time, there'll be a time
When you sing that song to someone's ear
to someone's ear, someone's ear
As you look into, look into, those eyes miming why?
But don't be afraid, don't be afraid to lose
Your sense of mind, or the feeling your alive,
Coz we dream of you and cyanide too
We dream of you, dream of you
Mime, Mime
Mime, Mime
Mime the song thats sung to you,
Mime the song that's sung to you
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Libraries On Fire
04:05
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Gaping holes start to show
All the burning ways
The smouldering souls still sing
But the sounds decayed
Like libraries on fire
The vicious moulds that caste their stones
all look the same
Full and loud, deafening
But it's empty space
Like libraries on fire
The songs of old, the tales they tell will be lost
like sweeping decks on a sinking ship
with no port in sight
Like libraries on fire
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Walking The Cow
03:01
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2010 A.D.
05:18
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I know, I know, I know it seems inane
But I'm caught in thoughts and taunts I can't allay
Amongst haunts and friends I once called my abode
for a minute I could rest my head on shoulders that I'd know
But everyone and everything has changed
And the monster that plagues me remains the same
So at the end of every god damn day
Well I guess I, drink myself to death because I'm lonely
Serenade me to oblivion
under barbituate duress I'm sure
that I'll be, I'll be awake for too long
Or is that the theatre of my dreams?
I could be wrong
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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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