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Using the Guardian as a shield,
to cover my thighs against the rain,
I do not mind about my hair.
Your jacket may be waterproof,
but I know the moment you get home
you′re gonna get your trousers changed.
Failure is always the best way to learn,
retracing your steps untill you know,
have no fear your wounds will heal.
I wish I could travel overground
to where all you hear is water sounds,
lush as the wind upon a tree.
I wish I could travel overground
to where all you hear is water sounds,
to capture and keep inside of me.
Failure is always the best way to lean,
retracing your steps untill you know,
have no fear your wounds will heal.

@ Kings of Convenience

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Without giving anything away,
I can say it′s by the sea.
It′s a house that used to be the home of a friend of mine.
Without giving anything away,
you′ll find ships inside of bottles,
and the garden′s overgrown,
the house is white but the paint is coming of.

I didn′t know if you wanted to,
when I came to pick you up.
But you didn′t even hesitate,
and now you and me are on our way.
I think I′ve brought everything we need,
so don′t look back,
don′t think of the other places you should have been
it′s a good thing that you came along with me.

Gold in the air of summer,
you′ll shine like gold in the air of summer.

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I′ll lose some sales and my boss won′t be happy,
but I can′t stop listening to the sound
of two soft voices
blended in perfection
from the reels of this record that I′ve found.

Every day there′s a boy in the mirror asking me...
What are you doing here?
Finding all my previous motives
growing increasingly unclear.

I′ve traveled far and I′ve burned all the bridges
I believed as soon as I hit land
all the other options held before me,
would wither in the light of my plan.

So I′ll lose some sales and my boss won′t be happy,
but there′s only one thing on my mind
searching boxes underneath the counter,
on a chance that on a tape I′d find...
a song for someone who needs somewhere to long for.

Homesick.
Because I no longer know where home is.

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You called me after midnight,
must have been three years since we last spoke.
I slowly tried to bring back,
the image of your face from the memories so old.
I tried so hard to follow,
but didn′t catch the half of what had gone wrong,
said "I don′t know what I can save you from."

I asked you to come over, and within half an hour,
you were at my door.
I had never really known you,
but I realized that the one you were before,
had changed into somebody for whom
I wouldn′t mind to put the kettle on.
Still I don′t know what I can save you from.

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I′d rather dance with you
than talk with you,
so why don′t we just move into the other room.
There′s space for us to shake,
and ′hey, I like this tune′.

Even if I could hear what you said,
I doubt my reply would be interesting
for you to hear.
Because I haven′t read a single book all year,
and the only film I saw,
I didn′t like it at all.

I′d rather dance than talk with you.
I′d rather dance than talk with you.
I′d rather dance than talk with you.

The music′s too loud
and the noise from the crowd
increases the chance of misinterpretation.
So let your hips do the talking.
I′ll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings,
and you′ll make me smile by really Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.

I′d rather dance than talk with you.
I′d rather dance than talk with you.
I′d rather dance than talk with you.
I′d rather dance than talk with you.

I′d rather dance than talk with you.
I′d rather dance than talk with you.

@ Kings of Convenience

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Riding on this know-how.
Never been here before.
Peculiarly entrusted,
possibly that′s all.
Is history recorded,
does someone have a tape?
Surely, I′m no pioneer,
constellations stay the same.

Just a little bit of danger,
when intriguingly, our little secret,
trusts that you trust me.
′Cause no one will ever know,
that this was happening,
so tell me why you listen,
when nobody′s talking.

What is there to know?
All this is what it is.
Oh... You and me alone,
sheer simplicity...
What is there to know?
All this is what it is.
Oh... You and me alone,
sheer simplicity...
What is there to know?
All this is what it is.
Oh... You and me alone,
sheer simplicity...

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Little kids playing in the park downtown.
Someone′s dad is watching
from the side of the playground.
I′m following my shadow so I cross the street.
Car passing stereo I like the beat.
Open up the door,
turning on the fan.
Dropping down the keys that I held in my hand,
and then start waiting for her steps
to be heard in the staircase,
enter the room and let down her bag.
Asking me all kinds of trivial questions,
pretending an everyday life we don′t have.

Little kids playing in the park downtown.
Soon they′ll be all gone as the sun goes down.
Little kids playing in the park downtown.
Soon they′ll be all gone as the sun goes down.
And rises over, Brooklyn Bridge tomorrow,
hours later I will follow,
wake up to a life that′s hollow without love

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Summerchild that sits by the water,
weaving sunlight threads in his hands.
The golden river that day a shelter,
a stream where he could make pebbles dance.
You looked around you,
nobody had taken,
any notice of what you saw...
Against the evening sky a formation,
a million black birds looking like one.

Live long, save ten years to remember,
live long, hold it in front of your eyes once more.
Live long, save ten years to remember,
live long, hold it in front of your eyes once more.

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All I do is sleep all day,
and think of you.
A memory of the cushion life
I′m clinging to.
The image of a mutual one, our haven.
The sombre chords of our song,
the fading.

Love is no big truth,
driven by our genes,
we are simple selfish beings.
A symphony that′s you,
joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping.

Passion and its brother hate,
they come and go.
Could easily be made
to stay for longer though.
Many people play this game
so willingly,
do I have to be like them,
or be lonely?

Love is no big truth,
driven by our genes,
we are simple selfish beings.
A symphony that′s you,
joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping.

Another view of what there is to it,
getting me through it.

I′ll never need it again.
I′ll never need it again.
I′ll never need it again.
I′ll never need it again.
I′ll never need it again.
I′ll never need it again.
I′ll never need it again.

@ Kings of Convenience