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Somersault
04:37
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Not about to run
Not about to flee
Not looking for another womans company
Still you say 'this could be our hour of need'
If you're looking for my faults then you don't need to dig deep.
Don't let your feet turn cold.
Somersault.
Moving forwards is hard
Slipping back is easy
It's been a hard day, I wish you'd go easy on me.
Not looking for anybodies sympathy
If you're looking for my faults then you don't need to dig deep.
Don't let your feet turn cold.
Somersault.
You're pulling us apart.
Sabotage.
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Expectations
03:46
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We get more condescending as we get more dependent.
We turn into our parents. I've got a fear of flying.
Not looking for the exit, but that sign is always shining-
in the middle of a dark room you can always find it.
I never could go- not halfway through the show.
I watch the final credits. We turn into our parents.
I read the newsletters, I trust the bellwethers.
All of this can't be forever.
Expectations will not give you what you need.
Expectations. No need to bleed.
The yard has overgrown. The tangled garden hose.
What do you expect from a heart obsessed with growing old?
We plan for rainy days, we plant on Saturdays.
Still I find you lying face first in the back of an alley way.
Your Mum is Valerie- so why don't she come on over?
Has anybody ever told you you look like your mother?
I'm trying to think but this pen just won't allow.
We just keep running out of ink now.
Expectations will not give you what you need.
Expectations. No need to bleed.
You can get it if you can forget it.
Cold blooded and we're so hot headed lately.
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Running Round
03:04
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I should know how it works by now,
still we're running round.
I'm afraid that I don't love enough-
I was told to wait for fields of grass.
I'm ashamed that I still cannot find god-
is it less about the heavens, and more about looking up?
I should know how it works by now,
still we're running round.
Sarah says that she can't get ahead.
Always broken, and she's always on the mend.
Stupid snow flakes, and lies about finger prints.
I can't find the strength to take off, when there's footprints on the wing.
I should know ...
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Munro Melano Melbourne, Australia
Munro Melano is a Melbourne based singer-song writer and film composer.
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