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Flying High
03:30
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Since I was young
I’d yearned to become
Something that
Would make a mum
Proud of her son
And even though
I’d have to go
From this home I’ve made
I can’t help but feel
I should leave this place
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
Shake the rust off of these wings
Soar through the clouds
Til I can’t hear a thing
Flying used to bore me but
This euphoria is glorious
Intertwined
You’re confined
In this city of mine
Where everyone’s a familiar face
The jobs are taken
But you’re still vacant
There’s no room to shine
So put me on the next plane
Shake the rust off of these wings
Soar through the clouds
Til I can’t hear a thing
Flying used to bore me but
This euphoria is glorious
It’s glorious
It’s glorious
Shake the rust off of these wings
Soar through the clouds
Til I can’t hear a thing
Flying used to bore me but
This euphoria is glorious
It's glorious
Glorious
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2. |
Bug Eyes
04:08
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Walking around my town
Their startled eyes
Look me up and down
What was once a smile
Now contorted into a frown
Their perceptions of me
Are so wrong
Why does that generation
Think they’re so much better than us
You question everything
My tatts my hair my nose ring
My plans ‘cause you’re bland
And you don’t understand
Why I do these things
They’re part of who I am
You won’t accept me
so I don’t expect you
To understand
And yeah what I do might be
Of foreign nature to you
Doesn’t mean I have to justify
The choices I choose
Wouldn’t you rather
Live in a world
Where expression
Is judgement free
Than a media driven
Idealistic society
You question everything
My tatts my hair my nose ring
My plans 'cause you’re bland
And you don’t understand
You question everything
My clothes my weight
The songs I sing
Give me a chance
If you don’t understand
Go out of your way
Nothing nice to say
Unnecessary
Please just get out of my face
You don't understand
Got nothing nice to say
Should practise what you preach
What happened to the morals
That your generation taught me
Got nothing nice to say
Then just shut ya face
Why don’t you use the morals
That your generation
Taught me
Taught me
Got nothing nice to say
Then just shut ya face
Why don’t you use the morals
That your generation taught me
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AGAPANTHER Adelaide, Australia
AGAPANTHER are a four-piece punk/alternative band from Adelaide, South Australia. Beginning in early 2018, they have since played shows with artists such as The Dead Love and Sly Withers - which led to three sold out shows in the last year. Their powerful riffs and drums, thick bass lines and ambient lead sections create a solid foundation for emotion-fuelled vocals to tie everything together. ... more
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