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letra de revolt and resolve (alternative version) - jack cookson (folk)

our skin is paper thin, we’ve a beating heart within
and there’s this glue on our chests babe, and i’m stuck to you
it’s a trick the head plays on a calloused but cracking heart
an illusion there of love to make me curse those above
when the night is through, and now i guess the afternoon
when i pull away from you i will lose little piece of my mind
i’ll take a page from your book, and close it in my mine
you’ll do the same. but there’s no one to blame
in the mismatch of these two plots

(interlude)

‘i feel one with the stone i’m sat upon’ she said
as the north sea tide teased the sand under the sun-red sky
it seems we can only ever stand up for ourselves on the wrong-foot, and you can resolve all you want but you will revolt until you’re left asking why – that when the night is through, and now i guess the afternoon. when i pull away from you i will lose a little piece of my mind. and i’ll take a page from your book, and close it in my mine
you’ll do the same. but there’s no one to blame in the mismatch of these two plots. you’ll take a slip of your story and with that pretty hand put it in mine, i’ll do the same. but who to point the finger to and who knows what to do, if you and i just ain’t meant to be?

(meant to be, meant to be, aren’t meant to be)

but i used to think it could be a comfort, for you, and to me
to confide in the tide and run our hands through the sand
and know that deep and desperate blue
was the tie that bound our sh0r-s
and i’ll take a page from your book
and close it in my mine, you’ll do the same
but there’s no one to blame in the mismatch of these two plots
i’ll take a page from your book, and close it in mine
you’ll do the same. but there’ll be no one to blame there
(no one to blame) it’s always the same there with no one to blame, there’ll be no one to blame in the mismatch of these two plots

and when the night is through, and now i guess the afternoon
when i pull away from you, i will lose a little piece of my mind

- jack cookson folk

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