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Missing Sounds
(Music by Peter Finley & Jack Rose, Lyrics by Peter Finley)

Sometimes the balance in the universe is wrong
My demons are a lot of take and all the give is gone
What is strange is what remains ain't body it ain't soul
And I'd give anything just to feel whole

We're hanging by a thread of hope, Swimming in a treacle stream
Trying to get off the ground, Searching for the missing sounds

The sinners meet bout once a week they've got another storm to ride
White dynamite served on the side, instead of fries
And they're on their way to another place where the noise is white
And all the time their eyes swing side to side with their bodies not far behind

We're hanging by a thread of hope, Swimming in a treacle stream
Trying not to hit the ground, Searching for the missing sounds

And don't feel down, don't feel down
don't feel down, don't feel down

A preacher spins freestyle and hints that he can save your life
You'd best believe that melody is what paid for his ride
Are you ready to hear the light, are you ready to hear the light
Are you ready to hear what's your missing in your life

We're hanging by a thread of hope, Swimming in a treacle stream
Trying to get off the ground, Searching for the missing sounds

We're hanging by a thread of hope, Swimming in a treacle stream
Trying to get off the ground, Searching for the missing sounds


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