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Aeroplanes
03:35
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Up and down the cycle goes round and round
Side to side, you’ll never find a place to hide
You will fly, you like to fly
Aeroplanes, they will take you away from here
The clouds they sing, la la la la laaaaa
Engines raw, can you take much more?
You’re breaking up, it’s an expensive way to self destruct
Aeroplanes, they will take you away from here
The clouds they sing, la la la la laaaaa
Fatal games, they will take you away from here
The sun it sings, la la la la la laaaa
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Fist For A Hand
04:57
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I knew a small boy with a big fist for a hand
He was a bit hasty with love affairs (Harmony)
We watched TV and didn’t like action man
I knew a small boy with a big fist for a hand (Harmony)
He was a snake that left clothes on the floor
Play play play play and no work at all
I new disease spread from the mess of his house
Titled a small boy with a big fist for a hand
These kids they want it right now
These children don’t really know what they have
These kids they want it right now
These children don’t really know what they have, oh
I knew a small boy with a small stump for a hand
He always wanted to fly like peter pan
He had a smile bigger than any average man
He learnt to love his remaining left hand
These kids they want it right now
These children don’t really know what they have
These kids they want it right now
These children don’t really know what they have, oh
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Primary Colours
05:16
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Stolen through lenses their live,
They are nothing but currency
On stools we place their souls,
And when they fall they make black holes
You coloured in with my crayons, my crayons
You sliced me with your talons, your talons
We think we know them because
We read some biographies
They have the same flesh and blood
Besides lights burn their eyes
Stars they fall night and day
Peeping eyes are square from the gaze
This is a never ending chase
There is a big stringed hand
Their heads stuck to the other end
Primary colours hold them hostage
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Is This Pompeii
04:07
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She said it’s in our heads
Beside our beds, that’s what she said
She said we lost control, and our vital signs fall
But we’re not dead
Dormant within our heads
Until we’re shaken and then we break
Lava will flow from our mouths
Lava will flow from our mouths
She said we’re chalk and cheese
But you don’t know me
That’s what I said
I will clarify that your vision is impaired
Again we say
Dormant within our heads
Until we’re shaken and then we break
Lava will flow from our mouths
Lava will flow from our mouths
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