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Preston School of Industry Album



2004
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you said i don’t care where you equalize your thoughts
and I don’t mind where you go as time goes awry
every time
I don’t care where you go and what you do
and I don’t mind
hey don’t know if I’ll even be alive in ten years’ time

where are you now
trying to beat the furnace sun
it’s a simple taste a simple race
and time is all we’ve got
got to play this town
you’ve got to play this town again

time is all we’ve got here
time is fading heavy
leaves are turning golden blue
and I’m not that ready

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had the walk of a girl
for a man he was sure handsome
he had the talk he had the twirl
man boy he was sure handsome
red and blue feeling cool believe it
come on down sort it out believe in it
towers are raised to the sky
hopefully I’ll believe in it one day
well he didn’t know he had the rights here
he didn’t know he had the rights
all I know is the time is right here that’s right here that’s right

had the walk of a girl
sunshine comes your answer
had the top spark and the curl
well boy you saw him he was sure handsome
red the blue creed kind believed it
coming down time was done believing it
one day he said he didn’t know he had the rights here
didn’t know he had the rights
I didn’t know the time was right here blue lights are here blue lights are here well get down tonight

he didn’t know he had the rights here
i didn’t know he had the rights
knowing’s so much better than needing
blue lights are here blue lights are here

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don’t know what I found there stuck in the muddle
yeah it was the big muddle gulping around
shiny redcoats bring it on
apprentice says print aren’t you lucky enough to
caught in the rain I’m caught in the rain

it’s always those with a past to claim
and I’ve always known quite a few
the world is not spinnin
fast enough for you
saw it on the street
seen it out on the trees
that’s right if you’re cold enough to lie than why not
caught in the rain I’m caught in the rain

hurry up sunny day
shout it out I’ll never wait
on Saturday maybe I don’t know
I’m not lying no
I’m caught in the rain

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chasing some crazy eight
red red carpet blue blue market
oh yeah we got clout

line it up in a box this end
and you’ve got to become those same
I believe I’m not the same
Somebody knows it’s true
That’s a mechanical kind of feeling
The jackets the seams
Oh yeah what’s that red light chrome cans zero percent

Lining up in a box this end of town
It’s not your money your stock is down
Luck is always all you need
Look into the common mind
The common mind has no compromise
And I’m not feeling right a nasty phase
Lock onto your heart and soul
Look into the common goal
The change of scene has made it real
Time has kissed it with the seal
But the feelings they grow and they indicate snow and the falling rain will stay there
It will stay there lined up in a box
And do you know the radio comes in shiny nickel
What do you want from me
You cry cry but you try try but you die die

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turn back clock ways sorted light waves
I’m not fried today’s my feeble time
and you’ll explain the new ways drag on like rain
the new dawn is all about money
walk out in a Sunday suit turn round

you play this chimed in walk in it’s china
someone’s breaking time never gone never turn around
it’s all about Sunday it’s all about Sunday
I’m not gonna lie to you this time it’s raining again in my…

again with my tired fright
the statues are always ready
it’s like eastern Europe in the summer
in the summer is when we first decided

so many ways so many ways to lie about it
so many ways so many ways just to lie
so many ways so many ways so many ways to lie about this
so many ways so many ways so many ways to lie and die

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hope is that I find it
gutters are spilling seeping with iron
never get out of the house today
tracks they lead me
but there’s no leaving this land
it’s been this way for years

hound tails fox trails
tracks they lead me to the desert
I’m not too tired I’ll walk away now
Bye bye bye bye
Till I’m afraid
Bye bye bye bye

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she’s got heart wears like patient leather
nose turned up fallen tourniquet feather
she’s got violence she’s got vomit and it’s feeding
to hollow spite gossip choose to believe in
he’s got humor and he speaks like a sailor
he’s ageless and sordid, reminds me of your older brother
he threw a monkey into the sea
and he threw that monkey back at me
don’t want to try won’t want to die
can’t afford the bone that is lacking
maybe it’s alright every time on the dime
it’s you each time you’re medicine
warm medicine

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high over the sky airplanes rumble
far from dark night someone should tell you
well I was so mistaken could you see it?
it wasn’t hard to since that’s common sense
high over the sky
high over the room I’m still traveling
feeding frenzy to die for … turn
every time every time
I’m not crazy I’m not sorry
it’s just that it’s bigger bigger than all
high over the sky airplanes rumble
and they tumble
high over the sky airplanes rumble

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took seven states of driving straight
the sky was grey the bird and hay
were splattered with moss and broken cross
that littered the road with snow in may
well there must be some kind of misunderstanding
this must be some kind of misunderstanding here

raincoats are hanging round your waist
lime is growing all in haste
but clouds are approaching a little too fast
for crying out loud man get your trailer
I’m waiting for far too…

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go don’t feel roll it over
crush now what you once thought was mine
the price I got was clearly overbidding
the price I got was oh so out of line
that’s the right thing for you

where you sit determines what you eat dear
what you eat determines who you are
in this duck that was only slyly hidden
in this duck that was also out of view
that’s the right thing for you

now’s the time to tone it down
now’s the time to tone it down
now’s the time to tone it down
now’s the time to tone it down

well alright now
it’s alright now…

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