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Visions Of Katya
03:34
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It feels like someone died
But you're not dead
You're just not in the room
What colour were her eyes?
Were they blue like the sea
Or grey like the moon?
Oh, visions of Katya
Have been around for a while
Visions of Katya
Still give me reason to smile
I never speak your name
Like a prayer
I no longer believe
But I don't level blame
Was the dumb kid to die
You're the dumb kid to leave
Oh, visions of Katya
They kept me up past the dawn
Oh, and these visions of Katya
Are still around though you're gone
And when I fall asleep
And I dream
I hear those words in my head
A ghost so faded now
I still know that damn voice
Remember what it said
Oh, visions of Katya
Visions of Katya
Visions of Katya
Visions of Katya
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2. |
Kensington
04:54
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We could work it out if we could just talk
I would know you now
I would show you how
Sunday night it's cold outside as I walk
Back through Kensington
Before the morning comes
I saw the light left on in the window
Right by the spot I first learned your name
Haven't been back there in a while
Oh, oh
It's not the same
It's not the same
We could talk if we could just see
When it's just not right
It isn't overnight
Monday morning now and I'm almost home
But it's cold there too
It's cold there next to you
I saw the light left on in the window
Right by the spot you first felt that pain
Haven't been back there in a while
Oh, oh
It's not the same
It's not the same
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Photographs
03:42
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Could I be reading this all wrong?
And is she stringing me along?
What she writes never says that much
But her pictures have a peculiar touch
Photographs
Photographs of the things we miss
Photographs
Photographs prove that they exist
She wouldn't live in the same world
She's too tall and her hair won't curl
I see things in a different light
But have blank dreams almost every night
Photographs
Photographs of the things we miss
Photographs
Photographs prove that they exist
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All The Modern Kids
04:12
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Somehow people hang around you
And somehow people call themselves your friends
Those girls and boys just seem so whacked out
Traipsing round like life's just make pretend
All the modern kids
They're so modern oh fuck yeah
All the modern kids
They're all going somewhere
They're all going to fuck somewhere
All the midnight babies
Cigarettes at 3 am
Will you come home, maybe?
And we do that shit again
All the modern kids
They're so modern oh fuck yeah
All the modern kids
They're all going somewhere
They're all going to fuck somewhere
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