Blackfield
how was your ride
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We're like the weather
You can't predict it
We never take the time
Heavy shackles
We can't move freely
We're leaving tracks on the ground
It's too late, so why pray now
You cynical bastard?
We all ate from your plate
So how was your ride?
Frozen moments
Your shadows on me
Will always give the command
It won't get better
Just string along
Until the curtain comes down
It's too late, so why pray now
You cynical bastard?
We all ate from your plate
So how was your ride?
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- IV
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- Blackfield II
- Welcome To My DNA
- NYC: Blackfield Live in New York City
- End of the World (RADIO EDIT)
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- VISIONS Presents Steven Wilson
- AlteR+ FM Vol. 75
- Blackfield IV
- Kscope - Volume 4
- Kscope - Volume 5
- Kscope, Vol. 5
- Kscope, Vol. 4
- The Art of Sysyphus, Volume 59
- Kscope - The Best of 2011
- Waving
- Kscope Sampler, Volume 2
- Kscope - Volume 2