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Follow My Call
04:08
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We may part, but love can restart from endings all the same
In just a moment, all that we’ve chosen could fall right down
Block my senses, ready the defences, or let go and concede
Tides will turn, we’ll be left with what we learned – that’s all we have
If I could dull this urge
Then I would hold it firm
I’ll try not to think
That I can go back and change
We’ll be all right
We’ll be all right, you’ll see
We’ll be all right
We’ll be all right, you’ll see
But now I know that you’re all just the same
Follow my call and send it back my way
I could go on, come back all worn and tired all the same
And I would come home, to arms I have known for most of these days
I will dull this urge
And try to hold it firm
And I’ll refuse to think
That I can go back and change
We’ll be all right
We’ll be all right, you’ll see
We’ll be all right
We’ll be all right, you’ll see
But now I know that you’re all just the same
Follow my call and send it back my way
I’ve witnessed these endings just over and over, well shit man it’s all the same
What the hell is this blood on my hands, it’s not my blood it’s not my blood
All that I’m seeing, like mirrors, repeating, I’d smash it all if I could reach
Connections are random, but they run in tandem with forces I don’t claim to hold
I’ve been concealing, denying this feeling; it’s time that I opened up to you
I think I’ll just promise, and hope to be honest, we’ll be all right, you’ll see
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C'est Bientôt la Fin
03:11
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I called for you – straight out to you – but I guess you didn’t hear
My voice was weak, my heart a stone buried cold in the deep
These words I yell, sweet words from hell, they strangle in my throat
Wash out my eyes, and feed me lies
We rise and rise to die
J'ai perdu ma tête dans un élan de fureur
Et je regrette que vous aviez peur
This weary mind of mine is clean, yet mimics your despair
If I could run, I’d run to race, from flares of weighted marks
But I fail to see what angels see: (so) how can faith trump love?
Tell me then to rein this rage and lift my eyes above
J'ai perdu ma tête dans un élan de fureur
Et je regrette que vous étiez l’auteur
Je ne peux pas me convaincre que ce qui
Est fait, est fait et ne peut pas être changé
Well could you tell another soldier’s father’s son: “c’est bientot la fin!”
Well could you tell another soldier’s father’s son: “c’est bientot la fin!”
Well could you tell another soldier’s father’s son: “c’est bientot la fin!”
Well could you tell another soldier’s father’s son: “c’est bientot la fin!”
I lost my head in a rush of rage
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Waiting in line and it’s almost time to fly, and damn you just feel so fine again
It’s been a while, yeah a while, since you felt this good, with arms open wide
Can you feel your heart; can you feel your heart go?
Sound is all around as that plane just hits the ground and you’re safe under that old
familiar sun
For now you’ve won
The end of time will come your way
Long live love
And when that time does come I’ll say
Long live love
I’m coming home again
It’s harder to forget when it’s all so fresh, so you breathe in all you ever loved
And shit, it just feels so good (to be alive)
Can you feel your heart; can you feel your heart go?
Pounding through the sound and you know it’s all around
You’re in love with that old summer sun
For now you’ve won
The end of time will come your way
Long live love
And when that time does come I’ll say
Long live love
I’m coming home again
The end of time will come your way
Long live love
And when that time does come I’ll say
Long live love
I’m coming home again
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Boy With An Atlas Hamilton, Ontario
Boy With An Atlas is an indie/pop outfit based in Hamilton, Canada. Their latest EP, A Night in the City, has been described as “undeniably catchy… featuring crisp, dreamy production and a bouncy backbeat behind vibrant, melodic vocals” (Exclaim!). Although 80s-inspired, the band have a modern take on a retro sound, and manage to reference artists such as David Bowie and the Smiths. ... more
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