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• In This Town

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• Worn Down By Time

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• Strange Woods

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• Rushes & Reeds

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  In the rushes and the reeds, muddy water to the knees he is catching his breath by the twisted tree.
  ‘The dogs must have lost the trail by now’ he said wiping his blood soaked mud from the brow.
  
  
  He puts a rock to the chains as a sudden shard of white light cuts through the rain.
  When there’s nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide but the sound of the sirens on the other side of the rushes and the reeds.
  
  
  In the rushes and the reeds.
  In the rushes and the reeds.
  
  
  Through the brambles and the rain, muddy water in the brain, he is catching his breath by the broken down train.
  ‘The dogs must have lost the trail by now’ he said wiping his blood soaked mud from the brow.
  
  
  He puts a rock to the chains, as a sudden shard of white light cuts through the rain.
  You got to drink up the dark that spills onto the night, taste the cold spark of the pale moonlight.
  Send the ghost in the shadow bouncing over the walls, Make a toast to the demon sleeping out in the stalls in the rushes and the reeds.
  
  
  In the rushes and the reeds.
  In the rushes and the reeds.

• Shadows Of The City

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  Well the streets are bleeding out for a real dream that’s not filled with unmarked bills.
  When the moon turns it’s back to let off steam your faced with a cold chill.
  There’s a bird at the window with smoke in his lungs singing off key. There’s a wounded girl with a heart shaped shoe in the shadow, in the shadow, In the shadows of the city, in the shadows of the city.
  
  Well the trains are half empty with the faces that try to break off their chains.
  Bound by the sound of a screaming dog that has all the names, all the names.
  There’s a mad man throwing stones at the streetlights cutting through the torn out shade.
  There’s a small yellow ribbon by the fallen tree in the shadows, in the shadows.
  In the shadows of the city, in the shadows of the city.
  
  
  You can feel the air breathing down
  your neck like a ghost step by your side.
  A flash of white teeth by the side of the road is looking for a place to hide.
  Raincoat woman with a knife in her hand and a shovel on the grassy ground.
  If you catch her left eye you can hear the sound of the shadows in the shadows.
  
  
  In the shadows of the city, in the shadows of the city.
  In the shadows of the city, in the shadows of the city.