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The Arrivals - Blank Slate Lyrics

Moderation is a lucky friend
Out of trouble, straightened lines
Clean your teeth and get to bed on time
Can't recall why I've been so afraid
Of the dim and quiet life
Head in the clouds and both feet in my grave

Bang, bang goes the little clock again
It will want you always
Troubles, troubles
One can't comprehend
Why every game you play is rigged

Did young john mellor ever lose a day?
Found himself in bed and like a car crash
wonder how he's walked away?
I declare the past the enemy
Things much better left unsaid
Are dead and gone and they can't bother me

Bang, bang goes the little clock again
It'll haunt you always
Co-conspirators and sordid friends
Have we another round to give?

Precious rites
Hapless call
Lost in the magic of it all

Know this feeling, feeling on the mend
Know the promise, know the lie
Know the fall and never question why
Light a candle to that solemn saint
Patron of the turning leaf
On and on and on forever

Bang, bang, bang goes the little clock again
It'll haunt you always
World of wonder one can't comprehend
Why every game you play is rigged

Precious rites
Hapless call
Lost in the mystery of it all
All things real really do fade away [x4]