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When Tragedy Strikes
01:58
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My baby's not home
and it's making me lonely
The look in her eye's
really feels like she knows me
But life is a mystery
and we're in the knowing
When tragedy strikes it's a process of growing
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Pickup Artist
02:06
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I forgot what it was like to stand in the middle of a million eyes
Alone in a crowded room - he pulls me in close and whispers what’s your sign
watch out he’s a pickup artist
can’t run though you try your hardest
I forgot what it was like to feel the quick tingle of love’s sweet surprise
Feeling so caught up, he says we got chemistry that I can’t deny
watch out he’s a pickup artist
can’t run though you try your hardest
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Fake Smiles
02:32
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You’re afraid of your own shadow
I’m afraid that’s rightly so
Cause if you lose a handle on it
You can transform into your foe
Oh, you know it’s true
You can spend your days, ask if every way, whether this role is for you
Jumping from ship to ship
Even with your wit
Beware the consequences of living with fake smiles
Who decides and who gets to say?
What are the ways of living that best suit the day?
Living with this uncertainty
Climate change is no joke, but it seems to me how
Yeah, we know it’s true yet
We spend our days, ask in different ways, if our method’s too hard for you
Jumping from ship to ship
Even with our wit
Beware the consequences of living with fake smiles
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Gallery Girl
02:33
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Caught in a whirlwind
Trying to be perfect
I'm dying and no one knows
What's the use when you spend every night
Drinking till the morning light
then left alone with chains on the door
(I'm yours)
When your life becomes your artwork
(From this place)
And the lines you read they get blurred
When it's only you who knows the script
Other people feel like they've been flipped
Like a rented house in an upcoming neighbourhood
It's okay, it's alright
This feeling you have
It leaves tonight
(I'm yours)
When your life becomes your artwork
(From this place)
And the lines you read they get blurred
When it's only you who knows the script
Other people feel like they've been flipped
Like a rented house in an upcoming neighbourhood
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Ghosting
02:26
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There you go and you change your mind again
Acting like this was never happening
I remember the first time that i saw your face
I remember the colour i remember the taste
Something so real, something so wrong
Whispering the lyrics to your favourite song
How does it feel out on your own
Singing on a stage when there's no one home
I'm out of touch with the sight of your sunrise
I'd kiss your lips anytime if you want mine
It's not a mystery, you're just a ghost to me
(midnight, midnight)
It's the only time I hear from you at all
and I can't sit around and wait round for you call
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Mike Fong Halifax, Nova Scotia
Mike Fong is a Halifax/K'jipuktuk-based artist who writes dark bedroom synthpop.
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