Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Album: Gold Against The Soul
Genre: Rock
Morning always seems too stale to justify
Lament blossoms, hours minutes of our lives
Broken thoughts run through your empty mind
At least a beaten dog knows how to lie
I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep
A memory fades to a, a pale landscape
You were an extinction, a desert heat
A blind illness of my anxiety
Endless hours in bed, no peace in this mind
No one knows the hell where innocence dies
Fragments crawling like cobwebs on stone
Blows away the safety, only a sleeping pill knows
I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep
A memory fades to a, a pale landscape
You were an extinction, a desert heat
A blind illness of my anxiety
I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep
A memory fades to a, a pale landscape
You were an extinction, a desert heat
A blind illness of my anxiety, yeah
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| 2 | 4 Ever Delayed |
| 3 | Hibernation |
| 4 | Dead Passive |
| 5 | Everything Will Be |
| 6 | Are Mothers Saints? |
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| 2 | Sweet DispositionTemper Trap |
| 3 | IslandsThe xx |
| 4 | Rolling In The DeepAdele |
| 5 | CrystalisedThe xx |
| 6 | You Found MeThe Fray |
| 7 | Let It Be (various Artists)Bonnie Tyler |
| 8 | Heart Skipped A BeatThe xx |
| 9 | Someone Like YouAdele |
| 10 | Many Of HorrorBiffy Clyro |
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