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Pretty little cuties
01:58
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Faster, Louder, Loser!
05:16
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Christ, all this wellbeing may kill
Safe Guinea pigs in a cage
Eight days a week is such a thrill
Craving for minimum wage
D’you wanna come to the city?
A breath away from disaster
Somewhere in vogue in the West
You thought you had what it takes, hey buddy didn’t you?
My goal is now to go faster
To see how little I last
My little heart goes to ache but hey! that’s something new
Good news, it’s cream tangerine
But you know, what you hit you are
D’you wanna come to the city?
A breath away from disaster
Somewhere in vogue in the West
You thought you had what it takes, hey buddy didn’t you?
My goal is now to go faster
To see how little I last
My little heart goes to hate but hey! that’s something good
D’you wanna come to the city?
D’ you wanna play in the city?
D’ you wanna rule in the city?
D’you wanna hide in the city?
And when you get to the city you’ll know this city’s just a mirror trap
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Our new cold war
04:01
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So, time for the plan B
If we ever had one
Time for denials
For parting ways
That lead us in circles
A nuclear silence
With bullet-proof regrets
Our new cold war
Explodes today
And gently we’re blown off
This wall that we have raised between us, oh my friend
Will keep you safe so what’s the matter, Heather, Heather?
This time for real
Of Waterloo sunset
Of making both ends meet
Of days maybe to come
When we’ll break ranks
A call for a ceasefire
And I don’t feel like talking
‘cause I know what you’d say
We’re growing old
We’ve gone too far
Have we ever started?
This wall that we have raised between us, oh my friend
Will keep you safe so what’s the matter, Heather, Heather?
I’ll come around with brand new good-byes cause in the end
I guess this one won’t make you better, Heather, better
If that’s not real
Why do we bleed?
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Moondog coronation ball
04:29
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Who put in my head this paranoia that makes me bad?
It’s hard enough to say I’m kind of bored of the songs I play
A sunday roast for a million flies
Monday’s child has learned to lie
Stay away I’m madly in anger I don’t know why
Don’t waste your cash, ‘cause on and on revolutions bore
Be someone, when I’m immortal I’ll have no time
You want to rise, I want to learn how to fall with grace
It wouldn’t be that bad to ease the fire inside my head
If rock’n’roll is dead, hail to the zombies around my bed
A sunday roast for a million flies
Monday’s child has learned to buy
I feel quite fine
I mean, I try
Are these the best days of our lives?
But when it comes
To public shame
Believe me dear, you won’t repent
Stay away I’m madly in anger and you know why
Don’t waste your cash ‘cause on and on revolutions fail
Be someone, when I’m immoral I’ll have no time
You want to rise, I want to learn how to fall from grace
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(The descent)
02:10
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Saint-Exupéry
05:35
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Searching for the tunes you loved the most
Somewhere far in galaxies unnamed
Hello, time they said is on our side
Hello, but no one said where is our side
Teach me not to get too used to life
Demons will find all doors locked tonight
Hello, time they said is on our side
Hello, but no one said where is our side
Hello, time they said is on our side
Hello but this time I’m by your side
Hello, time they said is on our side
Hello, but no one said where is our side
Hello, time they said is on our side
Hello it’s not time to stand aside
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Come with me breathe in, breathe out, bring love
Work it out breathe in, breathe out, bring love
Fair and clean breathe in, breathe out, bring love
Keep it real breathe in, breathe out, bring love
Come with me breathe in, breathe out, bring love
Fair and clean breathe in, breathe out, bring love
‘Cause we’ll win breathe in, breathe out, bring love
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Insect Kin Milano, Italy
SEX, ALCOHOL, ROCK'N'ROLL AND MINIMUM WAGE
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