1. |
Family of Man
03:30
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Coney Island, three on a beach.
You're leaving soon, throw her in deep.
Lock and load, they're gunning for you.
Raise the flag, stand and salute.
Angel baby, lying in leaves.
Beaten down, hanging from trees.
My hands, they work for you.
My hands, they pray for you.
My hands hold on to you.
I know where I stand,
I'm a quiet man,
(I've) got the perfect plan,
I believe it's true,
Do you?
Fire, fire! Hold the line.
Liar, liar. Your life is mine.
Searching for more clues,
I confiscate your views,
(Fuck) Without the evening news.
I know where I stand,
I make quite the man,
(I've) got the perfect plan,
I know for sure it's true,
Can I count on you?
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2. |
Sleep Will Come
04:51
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Rolling thunder in your storm
Clouds that take the demon form
Dark sky breaks revealing day
Atop the red cliffs I hear you say
“A dream within a dream
Things aren’t always what they seem”
Lightning in the sky
Passes me flying by (hey, hey, hey)
Blooming passions in the spring
(the) sound of birds as they sing
Bring an atmosphere of gloom
(and) Fills me with impending doom
(I) cannot trust what I hear (sleep will come)
And only half of what I see
As darkness surrounds me (sleep will come)
I dream the dreams no one’s dreamed before...
The sun around me rolls
Shining autumn hints of gold
Trusting in fools
From the shadows creep the ghouls
My breathing in and out (sleep will come)
Sings a song of sorrow
As darkness surrounds you (sleep will come)
You dream the dreams no one’s dreamed
You dream the dreams no one’s dreamed
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3. |
Devil's Tower
04:17
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I shed my skin, you see me,
(there's) nothing left to peel.
Darkness creeps around me,
I don't know what I feel.
The bats have flown the belfry,
the days they blow on by.
I crawl to you, my darling (master),
Who knows the reason why?
Whispers sound so loud to me,
Lead me on, it's ecstasy,
Build the Devil's Tower...
Serve up worlds of my desire,
Burn me up, in magic fire,
Climb the Devil's Tower...
Is it intuition,
that brings me back to you?
I search my head for answers,
to try and end the coup.
The books are burning nightly,
The leaders know my name.
I hide here in the shadows,
And push through tears of pain.
Learn what I desire most,
Tempt me with your tales of ghosts,
Atop the Devil's Tower...
I hunt a thing that lives on tears,
I'll chase it down, for all my years,
To the Devil's Tower...
Build me up to watch me fall,
I give myself, you take it all,
At the Devil's Tower...
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