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Plane Jane
02:57
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Plane Jane, flying in yr souped-up biplane.
Hold true, the Queen has just the mission for you.
All we ask of you, don’t look down now.
All she asks of you, don’t hold back now.
Searching for something, that we couldn’t find.
Her plane went down, behind enemy lines.
Lost in the trenches, the spoils of War.
Fate undetermined, but we know the score.
Look to the West, yr still far from home girl.
Back to the East, miles from home girl.
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I Evolve
03:07
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This ship formed of giants that sleep; he’s been crossing for weeks.
All alone, there’s no one aboard.
Slow death from the air that he breathes, holding hope for relief.
But this man, isn’t long for this world.
And his guide, just a girl, her people fell out of the sky.
Still he walks, endless tomb, he follows her not knowing why.
Forced to feed, on the rats, provisions a gift never seen.
Still the girl, she’s so scared, less human than he first believed.
In the tanks, he’s reborn, a skin that was made from the stars.
John will fall, to this world, of crystal and ion it formed.
Eye of All, now he see’s, the fallen true form of his guide.
And for John, a request, she wants to return to the sky.
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The Bleed
01:53
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So, we’ve got a lead, what could you want?
She’s lost to the Bleed, here and then gone.
Bring all of yr friends, the search is on.
Please keep hope alive, leave a light on.
We’ll sing along.
He’ll sing a song.
When love is gone.
It’s never gone.
Why are we, always late?
The stations, left to fate.
Of course this world may change.
We’ll take this, just the same.
It’s not the same.
When you look to the stars, and find yr way homeward again…he’ll lead us all homeward again.
The song, in our hearts.
Our hearts and our minds.
From Panel to the Page.
A love, we will find.
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Scarlett Carter
03:50
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The time we spent along the shore, is always on my mind.
It changed me from the boy I was, I left the past behind.
I’m walking these streets; I’m looking in yr window.
The kids call me freak; I’m more like a hero.
The closest friend I’d ever have, in Scarlett I would find.
Until the Troggs, they took her life, and with it went my mind.
I’m walking these streets; I’m looking in yr window.
The kids call me freak; I’m more like a hero.
Through haunted woods, up to the cabin.
You have yr spells, I have these fists.
The freedom they took from me, I’m locked away.
The city it calls to me, just for today.
I’ll have my revenge you’ll see, for what the Troggs have done.
My father’s reality, and the damage it’s done.
The Life ill spent.
With pointless acts.
Don’t waste our time.
I still walk these streets.
Just look out yr window.
They still call me freak.
But, I was her hero.
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