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Turn it On
04:30
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Abettor - Turn it On
Run your lips and eyes
Stalking out your pride
Is it too loud up in here?
These droning voices you conceal?
A cut, a piece
Is all you need
To turn it on passively
To keep me always out of reach
A cut, a piece
Is all you need
To turn it on passively
To keep me always out of reach
Turn it on passively
Keep me always out of reach
Droning voices, drowning in devices
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2. |
Passerby
06:25
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Abettor – Passerby
Shoehorned into oblivion, swept by the current
I dug myself out of a vicious plane
With the worst detained
Slip into my comfort zone
Shielded and stubborn
I’d rather starve than let this hunger out
Let me rattle in my cage, I bite my lip again
It’s a long way down
To delivery
Past the six-eyed you hound
What a hit and miss
I’m cornered once again
Sun stroked and faded
Stabbed in the dark
A hit and run, just a slip of the tongue, I bite my lip again
It’s a long way down
To delivery
Past the six-eyed you hound
What a hit and miss
There’s a rattle in my cage, it’s time to let the hunger out
It’s a long way down
I feel the surface shake
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3. |
Waiting For
06:26
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Abettor – Waiting For
Don’t keep me waiting
Sway with me
Come down like a guillotine
Sway with me
Don’t keep me waiting
Sway with me
Caught out like we’re guilty
Swing with me
Caught out like we’re guilty
Sway with me
Strung out false security
Stays with me
Pick up that floating head man
Back on your feet and walk again (I can’t, I can)
Hold on to your composure
Slip through the fingers once again
Amen
I sway all day
It’s bringing me back down to earth
The weight
The strain
Are hauntingly passable
Here we see
All we want to really see
Just a waste of space
The waiting it's killing me
Don’t keep me waiting
Sway with me
Caught out like we’re guilty
Swing with me
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4. |
Wheels
06:09
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Abettor – Wheels
Wearing thin, like the ground I’m in
Wheel me out, shattered and ill
Help deny this void, fall as I
Wash away this infectious disease
That crawled out the swamp
Reel me back inside, turn a blind eye
Wolves at my door
Eyes on the floor
Needy hands, snapping at me
The beating of clocks, now when will it stop?
Reel me back inside, turn a blind eye
Wolves at my door
Eyes on the floor
And I watch the wheels until they collapse
And I’ve lost the will, the will to react
I watch the wheels until they collapse
And I’ve lost the will, the will to react
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Abettor Larnaca, Cyprus
Manolis Manoli - Vocals/Samples
Andreas Matheou - Vocals/Guitars
Evripides Karaolis - Guitars
Julien Koukkides - Drums
Pavlos Papadopoulos - Bass Guitar
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