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I Lost My Heart
03:01
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I lost my heart
no real surprise
it's dead and gone
I felt it crawl
all up my spine
i thought it might
have been a dream
You've made your point
no room to breathe
no wrestling here
a fair, fair complaint
I lost my heart
it's all a dream
I lost my heart
no messin' 'bout
forever gone
If you've seen it 'round
no worries don't
go chasing, no
it's all a dream
You've made your point
it's all so sad
no harsh demands
no place to stay
I lost my heart
it's all a dream
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pin me down
down to the ground
but stay
silence grows
stronger than
iron bolts
so if you leave me here
quiet and still up here
we are likely to find some peace
under the velvet dome
break my limbs
break me in half
or thirds
safe and sound
bouncing harder than
rubber balls
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3. |
So Long
02:15
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so long baby, it's so long
so long ago
so long take a walk
i'll see you down in mexico
so please, baby, baby, please
watch where you go
you'll be wanted and you'll be found
baby, oh baby, where you go
so long baby, it's so long
so long to go
so long, see you somewhere around
oh somewhere where you go
and please, baby, baby, please
send a card
we'll never see each other with the same eyes
oh, baby, baby, when you go
so long, it's never anything else
so long ago
so long take a walk
i'll see you with the eskimoes
and please baby 'for you leave
take this bit of dust and spread it
over mountains & over lakes
anywhere you go
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as i lay my head to rest
easy, easy on your chest
will you watch me as I go?
not so peaceful, heaven bound
put it deeper in the ground
will they watch us as we go?
we pray a little, a little too late
as i fade out into black
pray the vultures will be back
will they catch me as I fall?
we pray a little, a little too late
for our sins are created by fate
are all our sins just created by fate?
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6. |
Worn Out Page
02:14
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love
but underneath it all
underneath the stars
like sadness we collide
drugs
so far beneath us all
we walk but not too far
we stay but not for long
and i wear nylon boots
so i don't get the wet inside
we sort of thought we'd be alright
sane
we see the things we hate
we fear the things love
so easy on ourselves
take
the faded photographs
the worn out paper parts
from torn out pages, hearts
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7. |
This Might End a War
01:56
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I know, this might end up war
I know, the wound might turn out sore
I sense a certain kind of dark
beneath the crates & willow trees
I know, this looks like a war
I know, there's blood spots on the floor
I know, you're someone I adore
I always used to say some words
they never used to mean a thing
I know, the blood looks like a war
I know these pictures on the wall
I know the deep sound when they fall
And maybe I should be afraid
or maybe I should seem afraid
but I know these pictures when they fall
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someone else is going to die
make it work but don't ask why
someone perfect way up high
I'll never be what you want me to be
I'll never see what your eyes want to see
when love's around
you make it loud
you lay it down
you pass it round
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9. |
My Fear of Love
04:11
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a fog blows off steam on the other side
a faint smell an idea that you never had
it seems hard but it's harder than you ever thought
the tied ropes on a steamer trying to leave this land
my fear of love
my ever evolving light far way far away
a train crashes on your porch, you're to tired to move
a slow motion kind of thing and you're bound to die
it seems hard and it gets harder by the hour now
the bad commotion the disaster and you don't know why
my fear of love
my ever evolving light far away
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10. |
Fire Out Every Window
02:29
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how did all this fall apart?
guess you never had a heart...
fire out every window
we could never be apart, no
every story has some quiet
just before the action starts
shoot for all the wild ones
we could never be apart, no
so fearless is the wind
so steady is the ground
we walk on
how do all the phonies last
time has proved itself so fast
aim for all the slow ones
we could never be apart, no
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Last Box of Sparklers is a Swedish indie pop act led by singer/producer/musician Erik Gunnar Nyberg. The band has released nine eps and three albums.
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