Paper Cities-Other Lives

Abusive girlfriends

Lovers walk holding hands in pouring rain.
Children play in the park, time for mud stains.
I'll sit back enjoy myself, my life's not lame.

Suits, cars and finer things these all remain.
Stable jobs are roofs above, that's why we're safe.
There's a feeling I will change, then I hear them say 

"We are offering this perfect life 
Take the pledge and just don't think twice.
That's the right choice, without us you'll die 
That's for your own sake, and all of mankind"

I won't take part of your miserable lives.
Stacks of cash, plastic love and your fake smiles.
Dishonesty, no purity you're left with sick minds


Suits, cars and finer things these are all vain.
Stable jobs push you down the line to becoming insane.
Maybe that floats your boat, but that's not my game.


"We are playing with your slippery minds.
Turn a blind eye as we milk you dry.
Never doubt there's a pie in the sky.
We set the rules and the rules never die"

Slippery Minds

Hush now
Don't explain
Just say you'll remain
I'm yours
You're mine
Don't explain

Quiet
Don't explain
What is there to gain
Skip that lipstick
Don't explain

You know that I love you
And what love endures
All my thoughts are of you
For I'm so completely yours
Cry to hear folks chatter
And I know you cheat
Right or wrong dont matter
When I'm with you sweet

Hush now
Don't explain
You're my joy and pain
I'm yours you're mine don't explain


Jazz And The City Volume 2

Don't Explain - Angela Mccluskey

Rod McKuen - If You Go Away

Rust inside

Bitter:Sweet - Everything

What He Wrote- Laura Marling

Sibylle Baier - The End

Don't ask if you don't wanna know
There's no one else here who do
And don't rise if you don't plan to go
Or know where you're going to

And don't jump when you know you can't fly
At least you don't seem to have wings
That can bring your head higher than mine
I have my plane to settle in
You have your thoughts
That's where I win

Don't dream when you can't make it real
They're only fictions anyway
And don't love if you really want to feel
The spiking sense of grey
Our spiking sense

Moddi - A Sense Of Grey

Sophie Jamieson - Ode To The East

Sibylle Baier - The End

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