Guillemots - Clarion
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All the note books in the world
could never hold the lives I hold
But I've gotta make them real
It's like covering a bird in solid steel
all of these thought that I conceal
Through shinning
All the lights in this red world
Can never hold the love I hold
I'm throwing it away
It's like swimming in oceans made of clay
Swimming in circles round the bay
So gladly
Well feed me out to the lions
My heart's a lion
Feed me out to the lions
well I make excuses pass the book
I play the crowd but it's down to me not luck
When the lights are on
The dreaming clouds they're living in
They try to hide their master fear
But their tears they catch on fire
And as they drop they dance with my desire
Don't think a plane could get much higher
(plane could get much higher)
Higher than I do
Just on