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Sunburnt Shoulders
03:28
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We sit, and look at the houses on the hill.
And wonder if, those rich folks ever get their fill.
I am starving, but alive.
And I feed off the spark in your eyes.
You are my favourite part of this time of year.
Yeah you are my favourite part of this time of year.
With your sunburnt shoulders, and gold rolling over you.
Calm my shouts.
From a sweat soaked bed in a rented house.
Our love is loud, we're about to take over this fuckin' town.
Impossibly young, free and full of fight.
Your hips on me, burning bright.
You are my favourite part of this time of year.
Yeah you are my favourite part of this time of year.
With your sunburnt shoulders, and gold rolling over you.
I just cannot believe, that you have calmed this storm me.
No I just cannot believe, that you have calmed this storm in me.
Oh no.
With your sunburnt shoulders, and gold rolling over you.
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Hunt Your Love Down
03:16
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Walk around my house with a broken shoulder.
But I’m doing OK - just like I told you.
How could I forget?
That technicolour death on your apartment steps.
How could I forget?
That love that fixed everything in my head.
I will hunt your love down.
I will hunt your love.
Sit on the edge of the bed. Sneak in a cigarette.
You’re walking through walls, and you live in my head again.
How could I forget?
That technicolour death on your apartment steps.
How could I forget?
That love that fixed everything in my head.
I will hunt your love down.
I will hunt your love down.
I have got you all figured out.
I have got you all figured out, now.
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Technicolour
03:30
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I know you smoke too many cigarettes.
When I'm around.
And if you ask me to cut 'em out - yeah I'll cut 'em out.
You paint the inside of my mind.
I hope you let me stay.
You make the grey days alive
I hope you let me stay, a while.
You are not, no you're not like the others.
And you turn black and white, into, technicolour.
And I'm not being dramatic - but I might die if I don't have you.
Do you feel the same?
I know it took a little work for you.
To come around.
And if you need me to I'll work for you - I'll work it out.
You paint the inside of my mind.
I hope you let me stay.
You make the grey days alive
I hope you let me stay, a while.
You are not, no you're not like the others.
And you turn black and white, into, technicolour.
And I'm not being dramatic - but I might die if I don't have you.
Do you feel the same?
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Wait and Wander
04:08
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Sitting in a streetcar, fighting a weak heart.
Keeping myself moving through, a deep ocean of alone.
And boy you better run fast - 'cause these people ain't playing around.
And take care of that weak heart, you can't ever let them know.
No.
No I ain't coming home.
No I ain't coming home.
No no no.
Running away, from my glory days.
Now I know nothing at all.
And boy you better run fast. These people aren't playing around.
And take care of that weak heart, it's all you need now.
No I ain't coming home.
No I ain't coming home.
No no no.
I have walked down, so many roads.
In every town, alone.
No I ain't coming home.
No I ain't coming home.
No no no.
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New Lows
03:38
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Tangerine and sleep bleed into our sunrise.
Oh need I know we’re getting closer to getting by.
Corner store coffee and secret smiles.
All I need to know is you’ll be alright.
Find myself talking in black and white
All I really know is we’ll be alright.
These are, these are new lows.
These are, these are new lows.
Walk through closed doors holding truth.
I hope that you know I know the truth in you.
Corner store coffee and secret smiles.
All I need to know is you’ll be alright.
Find myself talking in black and white
All I really know is we’ll be alright.
These are, these are new lows.
These are, these are new lows.
Every little bit that they try to take away.
Every little bit that they try to change.
These are, these are new lows.
These are, these are new lows.
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Deep Water
04:21
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See all the gunslingers, gathering ‘round.
Fixing for some freedom, that can’t be found.
If you weren’t a waitress and I was more dangerous.
Would they make a film? Would they make us famous?
There was a place in my head - where we got what we paid for.
There was a place in my head - where people meant what they said.
Coughing so hard damn near dislocate your shoulders.
We’re in this desert but it’s getting colder. Now.
And I ain’t seen a smile in a little while, that aint tied to a bottle and bloodshot eyes.
Take me to the deep water.
Honey sun on my face.
Take me to the deep water.
Wash all this dust away.
There was a place in my head, where we got what we paid for and people meant what they said. Yeah there was a place in my head. Where we got what we paid for.
Take me to the deep water.
Honey sun on my face.
Take me to the deep water.
Wash all this dust away.
If you weren’t a waitress and I was more dangerous.
Would they let us live, could we have saved it?
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Royal And The Southern Echo Brisbane, Australia
Royal And The Southern Echo is a piña colada in the afternoon sun made with a dash of heartbreak and a touch of
nostalgia.
From the brains of Brisbane songwriter Bryce Schneider, Royal And The Southern Echo began in a cramped Berlin apartment during a period of lost yearning for the sunlight.
Royal And The Southern Echo's intimate, cinematic debut is due early 2018.
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