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Revolutions: Live at Wembley
Disc 1
01. The Captain
02. Booooom, Blast & Ruin
03. 57
04. Bubbles
05. Born on a Horse
06. God & Satan
07. Whorses
08. Joy. Discovery. Invention
09. All the Way Down; Prologue/Chapter 1
10. That Golden Rule
11. Living Is a Problem Because Everything Dies
12. Shock Shock
13. 9/15ths
14. Folding Stars
15. Diary of Always
16. Machines
Disc 2
01. Who’s Got a Match
02. Saturday Superhouse
03. Know Your Quarry
04. There’s No Such Thing as a Jaggy Snake
05. Many of Horror
06. Glitter and Trauma
07. Justboy
08. As Dust Dances
09. Mountains
Disc 3
01. Intro
02. The Captain
03. Booooom, Blast & Ruin
04. 57
05. Bubbles
06. Born on a Horse
07. God & Satan
08. Whorses
09. Joy. Discovery. Invention
10. All the Way Down; Prologue / Chapter 1
11. That Golden Rule
12. Living Is a Problem Because Everything Dies
13. Shock Shock
14. 9/15ths
15. Folding Stars
16. Diary of Always
17. Machines
18. Who’s Got a Match
19. Saturday Superhouse
20. Know Your Quarry
21. There’s No Such Thing as a Jaggy Snake
22. Many of Horror
23. Glitter and Trauma
24. Justboy
25. As Dust Dances
26. Mountains
27. Credits
28. Intro
29. That Golden Rule
30. Bubbles
31. God & Satan
32. Mountains
33. Many of Horror
34. The Captain
35. Credits
Take a long hard look at yourself
How did you end up here
The blood drips like red inverted balloons
Tomorrow is a promise to no-one

If you want, follow me and I'll lead you inside
You don't have to run and hide

Eleanor, Eleanor
I would do anything for another minute with you because
It's not getting easier, it's not getting easier

In a bedroom with no windows or doors
All the happy people are crying
You can't hold a gaze for a second or two
It always ends in total darkness

Eleanor, Eleanor
I would do anything for another minute with you because
It's not getting easier, it's not getting easier
You will be folding stars
You can't ever understand
It's not getting easier, it's not getting easier

It ends in a place with no love only hate
And a mirror reflecting the truth
In your eyes, in your face you can't wash it away
From your cold, cold heart

I hope that you're folding stars