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Number Eleven

from Palindrome Nights by Mirrorhall

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Get on the next one
three doors down if I knew where I was,
If i knew the part of town,

through the window dark collects,
the green glass vista, bacteria and nicoret

It is the joke that never really learns
that law of diminishing returns - now

Anticlockwise down to my feet
Resurrection ground
I recognise these, shades of
Trees oh I believe

Your father preferred a son,
and your mother wasn't afraid of any single one
Need your advice you speak it clear, I sink,
recline and no way the phone isn't near

It is the joke that never really learns
that law of diminishing returns - now

Anticlockwise down to my feet
Resurrection ground
I recognise these, shades of
Jealousy oh I believe

Talking like I know, as if I know, if I go, --- walk through that body and know,
self and all those herds now I have not even heard back then, back home that I could not dissuade and go to know, there's no crossover no crossover aa-aaa-aaa-aaa-ah

Walk through that window, and go

Anticlockwise down, to my feet
Resurrection ground I recognise these
shades of ah trees I believe jealousy

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from Palindrome Nights, released August 13, 2014

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Mirrorhall London, UK

Mirrorhall play eclectic and dynamic art rock with an emphasis on atmosphere and fragmented storytelling.

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