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 imagination, just on hope

Just on the thought that you will someday have a face

Give me a beat and real sound

Maybe some feet will reach cold ground

To find you

Well feed me out to the lions

If I say this one more time

Feed me out to the lions

I beg, I hope, I wish, I pray

But that's not gonna send me on my way

When the lights come on

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