| The Comet is Coming!
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| Babylon burned down!
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| Our time has come, our clock has run out
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| The arctic has cracked, the mountain is popped, the river is ripped,
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| the air is churned
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| The skyscraper is falling, like volume turned down
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| I see all, from the cliff side, by the ring side
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| From the front seat view of the riptide
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| I, this man, me, this matchstick
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| Understand the futility of our antics
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| How pointless, the decimals, the zeros of my fabric
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| My trainer’s, my fabric, my designer casket
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| Just me, the last link in this unbroken chain
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| Who fell away and came to life of crucifix slave
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| I, this man
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| I know this now, I know this now
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| All that matters is the moments
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| All that matters is the moments
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| Yeah
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| A dash of clarity, holding half a bowl of chips
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| My shaking has over just above the hips
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| Or wasn’t she a glass? |
| I could do with a sip
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| A country of dreams wrote an anthem on her lips
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| All of my lyrics never made a good song
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| Here’s good work and the end went wrong
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| I broke some of fast, some of fast broke me
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| Spent too long day dreaming over what I wanted
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| What was, what is, and what probably won’t be
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| I know the claustrophobia of family
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| The cold comfort of friendship, numb touch of concrete, the soles of my feet
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| bricks ancient history’s deleted it
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| Oh London, my love, my like dominoes the plastic people stumble into past
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| Breeze blocks and colors, squashing to the tapes
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| Southeast London, flames
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| I know this now, I know this now
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| All that matters is the moments
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| All that matters is the moments
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| Who’s knocking
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| Split lips
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| Rush of blood couldn’t
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| Beach house, play it loud
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| Passing out in passing clouds
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| Long before they shot it down
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| Double storm come show through the cracks still
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| We made our kingdoms in the corners of their castle
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| But it all falls down in the end over me
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| All these monuments, all of these moments, they fall on my body and they pile
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| on my mind
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| On my head is quicksand and my mind would not set
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| The end of the world and my mind would not set
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| My mind would not set, my mind would not set
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| It’s the end of the world and my mind is not set
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| The Comet Is Coming! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All That Matters Is The Moments , by - The Comet is Coming. Song from the album The Afterlife, in the genre Джаз