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St. Anthony
02:50
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I guess you'll be leaving, you'll be leaving soon.
You won't cast a shadow tomorrow afternoon.
If you had a lover they would know by now,
That it's one or the other, you lost your way somehow.
I'm singing "Please, return to me without the help of St. Anthony"
"Please, return to me eventually."
I see your indentations on a carpet floor.
I see your silhouette on a sun-bleached wall.
If I had a wishing well it would overflow,
With the useless money that can't bring you home.
I'm singing "Please, return to me without the help of St. Anthony"
"Please, return to me eventually."
I keep looking out for someone, someone I can't touch.
Oh Holy Mother, why do I bother?
It just means so much.
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My Body's Broken Down
02:58
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My body's broken down without making a sound.
So if you don't see me around, well, you will know where I've gone to.
I just want to stand up straight but it seems like I can't take the weight.
Frustration, confusion, and ache paint a pathetic portrait.
You'll stand still forever, holding water in your hands.
As it slips through your fingers understand:
The only use I have for hope is hoping that I don't need it.
But tides change, clouds fall as rain, cliffs will crumble to the sea.
So maybe now it's time for me to embrace that I'm fragile.
Inside that terrifying thought I just can't help but laugh,
Every movement may well be my last maybe it doesn't matter.
You'll stand still forever, holding water in your hands.
As it slips through your fingers understand:
The only use I have for hope is hoping that I don't need it.
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Take Me Anywhere
03:34
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You can take me anywhere, I don't need to know.
I'll keep my eyes closed if you focus on the road.
You can take me anywhere, I don't need to see.
If the grounds beneath me, I guess I'll believe.
You tell me of places where I can't speak the tongue.
The streets all sound like music just waiting to be sung.
When I try to place myself right there in the frame,
I'm dragged back to a place where love don't have a name.
When I wake up in the morning and wipe the sleep from my eyes.
I'll wake into a world I don't recognise.
Do I have to fight to be by your side?
Make me beg, make me lie.
And I have to recite novenas every night,
By dull candle light
When I wake up in the morning and wipe the sleep from my eyes.
I'll wake into a world I don't recognise.
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The Dead of The Night
03:18
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You crawled into my head in the dead of the night,
As I wondered who had turned out the light.
You're cold to the touch and as sharp as a knife.
And I wondered what my blood would taste like.
But darling don't you know it's hard to be alone?
That's what makes these nights so cold.
So I start to wonder and hope that you don't mind.
Will you meet me under Cleary's clock tonight?
If I don't show up, don't fear that I'm dead.
Just find a payphone, they'll tell you I have just left.
These are things we forget as I walk you home,
I turn on my heel to get the bus on my own.
But darling don't you know it's hard to be alone?
That's what makes these nights so cold.
So I start to wonder and hope that you don't mind.
Will you meet me under Cleary's clock tonight?
They said there'll be days like these.
We're all suffering from the same disease.
I know that I'm hard to please.
We're all suffering from the same disease.
But darling don't you know it's hard to be alone?
That's what makes these nights so cold.
So I start to wonder and hope that you don't mind.
Will you meet me under Cleary's clock tonight?
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Stu Daly Dublin, Ireland
Meandering folk songs. May or may not mention my hatred of public transport.
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