About "Naveed" album:
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"Naveed" by Our Lady Peace, which was released in 1995 and consists of 8 songs.
The telephone is ringing, disconnect the line
The tension is building but I'm alright
The stars are colliding, so you might as well let me go
The television is burning because I set it on fire
The wheels they keep turning, but i'm fine
What about the questions we have locked up inside
We've been denied
Hope climbs atop of the piano
Reaching out towards the warmth of the sun
Some man tries to ask her down
But now maybe that's where she belongs
My god she said,
I'm the sunflower who wants
My god he said,
This woman is gone
Into the dark
Can you see her standing there,
Well she's trying to find just anywhere.
Flowers in her hand, yes
She doesn't know why.
Offered is advice to you,
And all you do was fake it.
And she's only yours tonight,
Are you there, and is it comfortable?
Did you want to escape, try to escape the population?
The pressure is deceiving,
And for you particularly should we let a young man die?
Let him die if he wants to?
I can't live here anymore
It's hard when you reach for that floor and
And there's something that tears me inside, so I can't go
All you people can feel it waiting
Innocence and love, wrapped in the arms of the burning neon
I feel it, I feel it
It's so entertaining and so wonderful
It magically calls for you
Big neon crossing show me the way
Save my soul today
Don't you worry and don't be afraid
Mmmmm Bah, Mmm Yeaaheee
Well I let go of the world that was holding
A passenger that could not fly
A search of souls, a search of something
Uh Let it go, and Let it slide
Yeah'e, Yeah'e, Yeah'e, Yeah'e, Yeah'e...
Mmm oh Yeah'e, Yeah'e, Yeah'e, Yeah'e, Yeah'e...
I've read the bible, i've read Dylan,
I'm reading people now
Because it is much more chilling
I sit on a satellite
With the stars made of gold
There's life through that hollow lens
I know supersatellite
I watch the traffic,
I find the seeds
Maybe they'll come back again maybe they're all gone
One day you'll find me sending their message strong
Under your feet the city falls down so far the ground is sky
We're under zenith again,
It's healthy if not for long
Leave a little room for us to breathe
Much more than seven days and you've slipped to deep
Much stronger than sympathy, let your best friend pull back that
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