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Circles
04:28
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See the world in brilliant pieces,
Living life alone as one
Back and forth we move in circles
But we’re still here
Twenty-six you start the motion
Scraping rust off tired bones
Back and forth we move in circles
But you’re still here
Sixty-five you’re losing traction
Losing sight, you’re losing time
Back and forth we move in circles
But you’re still here
But it’s all inside
And it’s all in your mind
Someday it will be perfect
We’re living in circles
Just give it time
We’ll make it perfect
We’re living in circles
Move on in time
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2. |
Summer
04:00
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Sunburnt and twenty-three, curious hazel eyes
When the moonlight pierced her freckled skin
It pales all aside
Brown hair with lips so thick
And words that cut so deep
Hands that kept you safe
And build you up inside
We spent all of summer running
From fears we left behind
Though it never rained in open fields
We feared cold all the time
When we grew tired, we fell on fields
And drowned in silent laughter
Then it was gone
Gone, say I’ve failed
She’s so sure of it
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3. |
Home
04:39
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So we set off with the winds
With our backs leaned against the Sun
Heavyhearted kind of sin
Broken cage, now it’s all undone
Streaks of fire cross the sky
Carry hopes across waves of tired tides
Keep it simple, keep it clean
The honest wishes tend to shine within
Sail beneath the winds
Don’t be fooled by false times
Held beneath the runes
We found shelter from fine lines
So are you coming home
After where you’ve been
Where the skies are true
And fields are made of dreams
When are you coming home
After what you’ve seen
Have you lost yourself
Or have you clipped your wings
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4. |
Silence
04:42
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Feel I’m getting old
I feel like losing
It heals with time it says
I do what I’m told
But it’s not working
It’s not my time and place
White purple and gold
A flag of heavens
They heal with time they say
It’s not lucid and safe
But I’m still searching
Am I the fool that haunts this place
She’ll be coming
So stay with me
Unassuming, quietly
When my whole world crumbles within
Just stay with me
Show some human sympathy
When my whole world crumbles within
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5. |
Fall
04:09
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She smiles at me
At my funny idiosyncrasies
I lose my turn
At keeping awkward conversations
You stop and see
But your eyes don’t even notice me
Am I good enough
My colors are fading, as it seems
I hope you see
I fall in love
There are signs, that I’m in falling mode
There are signs, that I’m slipping out of control
And it’s weird, cause I thought that I could hold my own
And it’s you, that’s making me fall
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Lights
04:45
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Burning men, they’re waving fondly
Truth in disguise
Green expressions, seem to soothe me
Truth in disguise
One too many living monsters
Reside in your head
Lonely creatures suffocate you
Reside in your space
We found the lights
Dancing faces cross the skies
Cause its wasted, when you’re jaded
And it eats you to the bone
Cause its wasted, when you’re faded
And it won’t leave you alone
Cause its wasted
Then you’ll be left alone
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7. |
Stars
03:06
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The Stars will fall
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8. |
Winter
02:53
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Winter lands on summer state
Cold as ice and day
Frozen frames set on replay
Settling dust in play
Chill your spine and ice your bones
Flakes of ice that stay
Quench your lust and you’ll search no more
Drench your thirst and the weight dissolves
Stand by windows, stand by your doors
Cause there’s nothing that gets me anymore
Loosen your hopes, drown out that glow
Cause there’s nothing that gets me anymore
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9. |
Oceans
04:26
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My greatest fear of living will be at death
Want to see the edge of Oceans to know I’ve walked enough
I would have run enough to return to your arms my dear
I don’t know much but I just want my heart to be
Like cold water, time’s slipping through my catch
But we’ll keep this act up
Though I’m lost at Sea
I don’t mind sailing Oceans
There are some things I can find with a little patience
There are no words to say
To describe your eyes
Cause darling, you’re the Sea
You’re the Ocean
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Spring
03:58
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Find a body numb with scars
Take it on, you take it far
It doesn’t feel pain anymore
It’s built walls in the dark
Spring it out of its old cell
Give it hope and make it count
The breath of seasons can’t deny its past
It’s still broken into parts
Won’t you believe I’m a damaged work of art
Won’t you believe I’m in need of a gentle touch
I’ll call you over
When my lights seem to want to fade again
I’ll call you over
When my nights seem too long to wait in vain
Too much emotion, I’ve got too much to lose
Won’t you spring me out of here
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11. |
Cycles
02:56
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Soar upon the trees as they’re withered
They will grow, as they turn old
Stroll along the rivers as they dwindle
They grow slow as it turns cold
Feel the chilling breeze in your fingers
It starts to snow, as it gets cold
Hold the Sun’s possessions with its glow dust
The land grows dark, and moonlight glows
We love, we miss
We break, and start again
It’s cast in stone
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DEON Singapore
An eclectic blend of earnest melodies and evocative lyrics, DEON's music is an enduring collection of heartfelt songcraft that calls to mind the Pop Rock brilliance of Coldplay and the heartburnt drawl of Rachael Yamagata.
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