1. |
All the Tones Slide Away
04:31
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All alone
A restless day
On another wet, wet way
The hopes are gone
Washed away
The rain will fall again
Today
But bite the pain into your brain
You will always feel insane
You will always feel insane...
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2. |
Autumn Fields
02:51
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Covered in white frost
You where standing in the line
Waiting for the flowers
And the sun to shine
But as the forrest will fade
You will see a smile
When the moon is full
I will sing, for a while:
Let me take you to
The autumn fields
Let's close our eyes
And pretend we are real
The cat will purr
As it sleeps on a stone
And the drizzle from the sky
Will bring us home
Covered in tea cups
You where standing there
Inside your house
Looking at the air
But the swallow will fly
And the skies are all white
The sun will shine in your head
Tonight
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3. |
Open Fire
03:46
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Who are all the rapists here?
I never knew them well
They are standing around the ice cream truck
They live a livin' hell
They are wounded up in architecture
Of bitterness and noise
They are all talentless carpenters
But the needle is their boy
They are suffocating
Hallucinating
Like fire crackers
In a rain of feathers
Who is the girl hanging in the bar?
And why is she wearing pink?
She is sitting there in silence
As she is spitting in her drink
She wants someone to care for her
And that is why she is drunk
I bet she's wakin up tomorrow
Soared in someones trunk
In a open fire
She is a tiny flame
With a massive bloke
Fucking away her pain
We are all fucked-up spirits
In a room of blinking lights
Standing out of motion
Too drunk, to scared of sights
We are stereotypes on steroids
That is really all we are
So bang that glass
Let's make a toast
Let's burn the fucking bar
We are alcoholics
In junkyards
Sunshade wearing people
Sucking Mars bars
We are tiny glares
In a open fire
Burning witches
In hunt for pure desire
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4. |
Sway
04:18
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For once in my life
I stand by the hills
Waiting for the music
To give me chills
For once in my life
I've got no one to trust
Apart from myself
And I think I will rust
I hear your voice
And the word you say
I tell you to burn
I tell you to sway
I tell you to burn
I tell you to sway
So sway
In to the moonlight
Hear her say goodbye
See yourself burn up
Your cup is a teapot
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5. |
Out of Exile
03:46
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I see the sun is rising
I see it shines on you
I see the dogs are barking
In a world for me and you
Here I am
I am free
Never say that you'll leave me
Again
I see the lightning strikes us
I see it strikes your side
The stone-cold sour feeling
That turns your body white
Here we are
We are not free
Bodies sleep and tortures me
Again
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