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A night in at the opera
01:56
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Another night at the opera
Drinking on your own
Heckling the orchestra
Making your feelings known
Wishing for a security
Guard to throw you out
At the least the touch of a human
It’s just what we’re about
The curtains draw back and it’s you on your own.
It’s not fair to take a bow
When the lights are already down
But we’ll just stay here.
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May
03:13
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Knowing more than can be known
Watch this certain truth implode
Still remaining captivated by the chaos we’ve created
Not accepting any change until it hits us in the face again
Growing more than can be grown
Machines that tell us what we don’t know
Desires never satiated, nightmare lives still updated
Science fiction masterpiece or just another disaster piece again
Our sacred hearts fade away
The solemn point that you made
Is left is gone to decay
A lonely thought on an afternoon in May
The price you gave haggled away
Through bated breath our instincts left
Printed paper still in the tray
Their souls fell short
Weren’t worth enough to save
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Fictitious Times
03:44
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1. Watching through a lifetime pass by
Balanced on the edge of a knife
All things paused but will run again
I’ll see you yes I will my friend
CHORUS:
We can’t find enough
We sense it’s not the same
Have we changed?
But then again things change
and we’ll get to the end
2. Reporting on the numbers gone dark
Telling us with figures and charts
They read it like the weather but the weather isn’t falling apart
Numb without a story just give us some heart
BRIDGE:
Keep back don’t bother the order
Remember staying inside
When they said you got to be alert now
I never felt so alive
But if I try to recalibrate all the plans I had
I just end up with a mess of thoughts strewn out across my lap
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Overdone
03:04
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1. Sinister pastime
Picking apart the layers of the brain
We delve into our past lives
To find ourselves a feeling of the same
Think you’re something rare
Distinct from all the others
CHORUS:
It’s always overdone in your head
It’s always overdone in your head
Getting tripped up and caught out with thinking these thoughts out
Let it go again
When it’s always overdone in your head
2. Feeling for the hard lines
Trying to find the meaning of the game
Getting lost inside our own minds
We need more than a reason just to play
Think you’re something rare.
But you haven’t got a rudder
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When time goes linear
01:50
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A force-fed pattern behind the eyes
A trip-induced fall shows these times
To have come from nowhere yet so expected
So obvious no one thought to check it
Have we found our church?
Accept there’s a little less wine
worrying that our ritual may just be filling time
And sure enough the sound goes silent
We must remember them and their violence
When time goes linear again
Our nights will go on for days
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