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Kate
02:51
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There’s too much at stake, you’ll never get this heart to break. Kate – ripping down everything that’s in your way. No one could ever take your place. But you’ll never get this heart to break. Kate – when the car alarm cut through the rain you were laughing in your hands like an angel up on top that night when the storm blew down the powerlines but then you stole the sheets… And the copper from my landlord’s place. You’ll never get this heart to break. Heartbreaker, heartbreaker. Kate – the court told you to stand 150 yards away. But tonight you gotta come drinking down here. Only that little riot in your Irish eyes can heal the open wounds of my Friday nights. I need your hips, need your keys, need your face. But you’ll never get this heart to break. Heartbreaker, heartbreaker… I’m calling you out!
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Go Back to Sleep
01:45
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Ugly on the inside. Let’s not talk about the outside. My conscience keeps me up at night. If I could’ve changed it all and make it right, if I could change it all I might… Go back to sleep. Baby, Baby, Baby. Go back to sleep. Time to go to work. Sometimes it really tests my will. When I say I hate it, I hate it. But I gotta pay, pay, pay those bills. Guess I gotta do it. You gotta do what you gotta do. Might as well get over it and get back home to you.
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I got a spell and I’m bound to remember. I got a spell and I’m bound to remember. Tonight history is repeating itself again as the knife of November lays bleeding and leaves are red. Leaving me in a constant state of devotion. Leaving me as the earth spins on its axis. Leaving me in a constant state of devotion. Leaving me as the earth revolves away. Leaving me in a constant state of devotion. Leaving me till the earth spins off its axis. Leaving me like your filthy barefoot orphan. Leaving me til the earth just falls away.
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Blackout
03:02
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Hammer to the anvil again; I see the birds flying south. But I’ll have no time to look up again until they come back to town. I stop listening. I stop looking out. I stop listening… Blackout. But as it was it is and always will be; this work has been passed down. I won’t feel the cold shadow of those bird’s wings when I’m lying in a box below the ground. I stop listening. I stop looking out. I stop listening… Blackout.
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Satellite Go Wilmington, Delaware
Veterans of the local indie music scene, Satellite Go is a call back to the power pop and alternative rock of the 90s. Ex-Members of The Crash, A Year to Forget, and Count Von Count.
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