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Reveal
04:13
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I want to understand intention
Before acting on attraction
I wade through many reasonable doubts
Any climbing up the walls to make amends
Any climbing up the walls
Any climbing up the walls to make amends
Moonlight guide my flight path
On a night that isn’t like that
When I weave down the only reasonable route
And I told you what I can’t be
Always available for your needs
You got another man
who’d like to handle that
But is he on vacation?
Is your situation changing?
Why open your door to me?
Can I accurately account for
All the situations I’m in for?
Any climbing up the walls
The trick and the trick’s reveal
There are dew drops on the eaves
Each morning has it’s teeth
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Sunday Evening
03:49
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Sings the loudest as love’s dying
Drift like garbage through the weekend
Write a pact on Sunday evening
to make a bed that’s fit to lie in
When the summer is receding
like a diver going under
I’m just asking for some water
Taste a threat in every offer
I go clothed into that river
Clothed to bed
Clothed into that river
Lay down my head
Lay down my head
Lay down my
In our boyhood we were singers
I couldn’t help but compete witcha
I felt in your voice the meaning
I was circling in search of
Now your little girl is talking
But mama don’t like to with ya
Do you go raising her on weekends?
Do you put up drywall ‘till the day’s through?
Do you go clothed into that river?
Clothed to bed
Clothed into that river
Lay down your head
Lay down your head
Lay down my clothes into that river
Clothes to bed
Clothes into that river
Lay down my head
Lay down my head
Lay down my
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Lužánky Park
03:40
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Felt it in my body first
Message you could not rehearse
If I could plant your feet among the flowers
Be someone who searched for hours
Or walk
In my cemetery wear
Abroad you were everywhere
Time sheared along its hours
I listen
by the conservatory stair
Tenors take to the air
Its too long till dark
Crying in Lužánky Park
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(I put my hands on the ground
There’s something in them somehow
Broken back like I knew who I was
I take a breath like I knew who I was
I take a stair like I knew who they were
In the end (na na na na na)
It’s the questions you don’t ask)
Or walk
In my cemetery wear
Abroad you were everywhere
Time sheared along its hours
I listen
by the conservatory stair
Tenors take to the air
It’s too long till dark
It’s too long till dark
It’s too late to talk
Crying in Lužánky Park
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Fond Victoria, British Columbia
Fond is the songwriting and production project of Joseph Leroux
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