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Dancing Alone
02:56
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Write me a book, give me a throne, bathe me in lights.
Put me in bold black letter font and make me fly. You can think, but only if you think of me. My fiction’s truth, lies in what you make of me.
Dancing alone, dancing alone
I’ve got a few bad moves but none of them are darker than you. Fighting alone, fighting alone
Sick to the teeth of bad news but none of it is darker than you.
Tear down my throne, my name in mud leave me to die.
The corpse is gone, the headline’s old and so am I. Repent my sins, my father is the flashing light. So set me free, go on to fight another night.
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This could be the end of it. I’m willing to give it a shot. I’ll never let go of this. The best if yet to come.
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Breathing Slow
04:15
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Down the rabbit hole
Bumping into you
But my eyes were closed
So she never knew
I walk across the water
Just to say hello
But I’m sinking now
And I’m breathing slow
Let me in
You can’t do this on your own
You’ve gotta let me in
And we’ll find our way back home
I crash into the ocean
Where my lungs cave in
I’ve got nothing left to say about this
and that’s okay cause you’re not listening
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You’ve gotta let me in
I can’t do this on my own
You’ve gotta let me in
And we’ll find our way back home
Let me in
Let me in
Let me in
And we’ll fin our way back home
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3. |
Caught Off Guard
01:49
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Caught me off guard
Regrets caught up in cigarettes left in the yard
Call you a pessimist
You’re always half full of hate
It’s not the end of this, I know
But it’s more than I can take
I lost my voice again tonight
And that’s alright
That’s alright
One less person to turn to for advice
And that’s alright
That’s alright
That’s alright
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4. |
Dancing Alone (acoustic)
02:47
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Write me a book, give me a throne, bathe me in lights.
Put me in bold black letter font and make me fly. You can think, but only if you think of me. My fiction’s truth, lies in what you make of me.
Dancing alone, dancing alone
I’ve got a few bad moves but none of them are darker than you. Fighting alone, fighting alone
Sick to the teeth of bad news but none of it is darker than you.
Tear down my throne, my name in mud leave me to die.
The corpse is gone, the headline’s old and so am I. Repent my sins, my father is the flashing light. So set me free, go on to fight another night.
- -
This could be the end of it. I’m willing to give it a shot. I’ll never let go of this.
The best if yet to come.
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Finding Henry Oxford, UK
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