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Sink Like A Stone
02:19
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How does it feel to look from a great height?
Does the air up there make you dizzy?
Does the air down here make you sick?
How does it feel to laugh when the others sink?
Will the tide pull me in?
Or will the tide drag me down?
How does it feel to shout in my ear?
Does your voice break?
Or does it fade away?
How does it feel to punch above your weight
Do you sting like a bee?
And will I sink like a stone?
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New Age Witch
02:48
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I’ve got a mirror that reflects to me
Of a witch waiting patiently
Over my shoulders she’s in my eyes
She wants to free me from my disguise
She cast a spell now I can see
She had to spell it out for me
She cast a spell now I can see
She had to spell it out for me
There is a timer inside of me
Counting down to what I can’t foresee
Some things I wish the cards could read
Oh won’t someone lift this hex from me?
She cast a spell now I can see
She had to spell it out for me
She cast a spell now I can see
She had to spell it out for me
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Buried Alive
03:15
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I won’t be who they want me to be
I can’t do what they expect from me
And I’m tangled in a web
And I can’t see where it ends
And it’s getting hard to pretend that it’s not smothering
Buried alive
Feels like I’m buried
Buried alive
Preserved now for all to see
Embalmed it’s taking over me
And I shiver to my bones
And I’m left here all alone
And it’s starting to feel like home but it’s getting dark in here
Buried alive
Feels like I’m buried
Buried alive
I am unravelling
All my thoughts and fears from within
Won’t rise from this grave I’m in
Til I feel them unravelling
Buried alive
Feels like I’m buried
Buried alive
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Cut Like A Thorn
02:59
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You were gone before the New Moon
Change is powerful but it comes too soon
I’m glad this time that I have no regrets
Cos I made you laugh and hid your cigarettes
Sweet as a rose with petals that could burn
You taught me to cut like a thorn
You were sweet as a rose with petals that could burn
You taught me to cut like a thorn
I will miss the warmth of your hands
And I am one of few who understands
When you do too much too young and it takes its toll
But it’s not your fault you had to play that role
Sweet as a rose with petals that could burn
You taught me to cut like a thorn
You were sweet as a rose with petals that could burn
You taught me to cut like a thorn
Sweet as a rose
Petals that burn
Cut like a thorn
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Sister Ghost Northern Ireland, UK
Alternative Rock / Attic Punk from Derry, Ireland
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