1. |
Pineyards
01:55
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I certainly come from ice. My life has been content.
This break up has come in days, this is love from second hand.
Every kiss, every miss, every fucking day.
I feel well surrounded, I’ve got so many friends,
but so many days falling at your door.
Such a taste. Wasted phase.
Honestly, everything is said and fucking paid.
Happy guys, they all kiss in front of me.
It’s certain how funny things and boring trips
come across my head.
Fortain phase, a living hell is going inside my brain.
A tourniquet in my hands, just to cut the pain.
We go through. Slow dance.
There are so many days,
and I’m done hearing things like
“I don’t know about it” “I don’t know shit”
“”I just want to fly away”
"A way trough pineyards"
"Pain should be my name".
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2. |
Everything's alright
02:02
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And now I have something to change,
not everything is about a relationship.
I wonder if someday it will rain again.
The glass is empty.
I’ve been in this station for hours,
watching trains come and go.
While here I stand with my mind.
There’s nothing to do here
Someone is waiting someone to come
Something is still worthy.
There’s a story that can turn into a tale.
This story can even rule my day.
I see hope in some other’s eyes.
The story that could turn to a tale.
Someone is waiting, waiting for me,
and make me forget this life made by stones.
It seems so wrong, it seems so right.
Everything is running out of time.
Thorns of life.
Funny games, funny lies, funny friends,
and everything is alright.
Everything is a lie.
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3. |
Blake
02:44
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To be alone, nothing new as you already know.
To start something new, but now I need to make it on my own.
To sing along with my friends and everyone I know.
New enemies are born, but it’s ok because here I stand.
Here I stand.
To rise alone, the sun is always there.
There’s a smile on my face and a war on my fucking head.
Drink alone is a therapy that won’t work,
watch this hill and turn back from now on.
From now on days won’t be like walls, months won’t be lost.
These place won’t be just dust.
Someday and somehow I will make it on my own.
By my own.
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4. |
The place to stay
00:21
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So here we stay
While all my friends are gone
So here we fall
So here we dance.
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5. |
Ghost world
02:21
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All I’ve seen in this solid nation,
it has nothing to do with class war.
Now you see me with fascination
when all I do is a lie.
Now we all live in a fast food nation,
where we all get what we demand.
Now all we care is to kill our patients,
so we can save our money and mind.
"That little old man
bought those pathetic flowers
at the grocery store
to take home to his wife".
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