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Sharks
03:45
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Watch out! The sharks are closing in,
Face it, we're never gonna win.
Danger, desire, well it's all a bore,
We're drowning, we're drowning and
Don't even know what for.
Just tell me what we're doing here,
Pressed up to your ear when you finely hit shore,
You'll hear us screaming our stories of
Sharks! Sniffing phone lines for traces of blood,
Saying they're right, I'm wrong.
And now I'm holding on.
That's how you want it to be, yeah, I'll shout!
Swam toward the sun, turned 'round.
They let me float on my own,
All watched me go, said, “They'll get you, you know."
They follow before they attack,
Stir trouble before their jaws grasp.
An arm or a leg for them to bite down and twist,
We couldn't read meanings, it was too much to resist
Shackles made of cinderblocks,
We're trapped to an eternity here at the docks,
You'll hear us screaming our stories of
Sharks! Sniffing phone lines for traces of blood,
Saying they're right, I'm wrong,
And now I'm holding on.
That's how you want it to be, yeah, I'll shout!
Swam toward the sun, turned 'round.
They let me float on my own,
All watched me go, said, “They'll get you, you know."
Sharks! Sniffing phone lines for traces of blood,
Saying they're right, I'm wrong,
And now I'm holding on.
That's how you want it to be, yeah, I'll shout!
Until they pull us down
While we can breathe, I remark:
"Don't you swim with sharks, they'll get you, you know."
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Bears
04:20
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It's too dark to see,
Oh the lights are blinding me,
Yeah, I know where I'm going but is it worth it being here,
Before the dawn even cracked, maybe I deserve a smack.
Three hours a day, a whole lifetime wasted away,
It’s for a bright future they say.
So do this and do that. You won't make it on the high way, you brat.
So you better do it our way if you want to survive,
Maybe, just maybe, we'll keep you alive.
They quote Darwin like God; survival of the fittest is king.
But really it’s the army that's doing the marching.
Little ants in a line, too quick to discombine.
Now who's the greatest fool of the hunt? In the back or in the front?
Even the grizzliest bears, they all have to breathe,
A dying emperor will forget all his greed;
He’ll sell his empire, his soul, the holy throne itself,
Just for a minute, for a second, for a final breath.
The storm is looming ahead, the beauty's turning in her bed,
Well I haven't got the time of day, it’s not fair I'm done. I'm running away.
Even the grizzliest bears, they all have to breed,
A dying emperor will forget all his greed;
He’ll sell his empire, his soul, the holy throne itself,
Just for a minute, for a second, for a final breath.
It's too dark to see, the lights are blinding me.
It's too dark to see, the lights are blinding me.
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