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The usual road of black tar in your home
Dreaming of your knight next to an old candlelight
You fell into a trap, you left your soul
Blessing the stone and you, aging alone
What do you feel? How do you feel now?
How does it make you feel?
Day by day, lie after lie
Thinking you're about to flying high
Night after night, betraying yourself
Choosing the shade for a promise never made
What do you feel? How do you feel now?
How does it make you feel?
How do you feel? How does it feel?
Time has run out, and it will never come back
Can you still hear me, when you're making your way?
Do you know what you miss, denying all of your past?
What do you feel? How do you feel now? Can you feel me?
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Pills
03:36
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You have to be up to it
Don't miss the moment
Don't waste a moment
Could You See That?
I'm coming
Pills, Pills
Pills, Pills
Tentacion
Keep rhythm and smile
Faster
Elegant for cocktails
Call the lawyer
Excellent for my collection
Put a smile on your face
An hour of tennis
Have to have a side
Do nothing
Don't make anything
Harder
Where are you ?
Pills, Pills
Too Old
Next Message
Play with your son
Pills, Pills
We will show it to the neighbours
Pills, Pills
Full Optionals
Pills, Pills
Oh Yeah!
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I Hate Photographs
03:27
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White stones rolling down
Crosses, fires on the ground
Shadows walking on the sand
Red sky fading around
Push, smile, turn around!
Put your face on the ground!
White noise, autograph
Don't write my epitaph
I hate photographs
I hate photographs
Snapshots in the woods
Do you know what we should do?
My head kisses the ground
My feet sink into the ground
Push, smile, turn around!
Put your face to the ground!
White noise, autograph
Don't write my epitaph
I hate photographs
I hate photographs
Push, smile, turn around!
Put your face on the ground!
I hate photographs
I hate photographs
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Trapped Child
05:44
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I'm a trapped child but I didn't ask for it
She would teach me to tie my shoes
I could have roads to choose
I'm just staring at this wall
Why does nothing change?
I'm a trapped child but I didn't ask God
I was born next to Dad's guitar
On a cold winter night
But I feel your hidden tears
Scratching on this wall
I am a trapped child and I did not ask it to fate
I saw myself in a carnival dress
And my mother taking pictures
Who knows how many smile
We could live tomorrow
Tell her that I'll make it out
Caress their suffering souls
Hug them when they feel lost
Sing to them sweet lies
I'm a trapped child but I didn't ask for it
I hear the sounds of kids playing in the park
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Something Left Unsaid
03:46
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There were no-things left unsaid
Looking at all my steps
There were no-things left unsaid
Because it would take time to explain
I've seen too many times
A movie that now it's too old
But i am rushing on my way
Do you think only you can fly?
There were no-things left unsaid
While you always talk too much
There were no-things left unsaid
When we closed the last door
You said that the silver spoon solved
All your problems
But I only see shadows
Dissolve into nothingness
When you find all the answers
Have you something left unsaid?
When someone suggests your speech
Have you something left unsaid?
When you forget all the questions
Have you something left unsaid?
When you write on the walls
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6. |
You Were All Here
03:34
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Instrumental
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Lost And Found
05:25
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Fast and divine you would call it
But how many are these miracles?
Deformed faces and paid hopes
Water tears and golden ropes
I lost regret for those different days
I found a clock that ticks the same way
I lost the beauty of waiting in haste
I only found appointments in advance
How much do we lose in finding?
How much do we find in losing?
I found it good and bad to walk side by side
I have often lost the right sight
I found a smile in the changing reflection
I lost the same smile in the same reflection
How much do we lose in finding?
How much do we find in losing?
We have hands ready to give us years of new life
We have learning plans for English
We have differentiated civilizations to understand our fortunes
We have fucked up years to burn
How much do we lose in finding?
How much do we find in losing?
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8. |
Fade
02:31
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Instrumental
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