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NOT SO ALONE
01:41
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The sun is shining through my window
I think I can let it go
I miss the river and all its bridges
It's like I've lost my keys
I can be nobody, or a cowboy
I even changed my hair color
So be whatever you want to be
May your soul always be free
People are cheering up on their windowsill
Everybody has now some time to kill
Never seen them so happy to be home
I guess we're not so alone
Setting up a movie, I never saw
Singing a song, I don't really know
I'm always here washing my hands
To meet again new friends
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DIRTY HANDS
02:26
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I ain't no traveling so much
So I can barely see such pain in the world
But with the pictures right on my eyes
I am not sure that it could be a lie
You carry guns to a country, and it's not yours
Pretending it's for security, destroying land colors
They were playing, surviving, despite of violence
But you killed them with your dirty hands
For us explosions are turning to silence
And there's no way to give them a chance
Have you already seen a blowing head
It's a kind of vision I wouldn't like to share
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I DON'T WANNA PRAY
02:19
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I believe in one thing, we will all end under ground
What the he'll am I thinking? who will pay for the next round?
Are you lonely? Is your head still in the clouds?
Can you see me? I hope you will be proud
But I just fucked up my mind
Thinking about you in the sky
I only believe in death
There's no heaven let's be honest
My heart gonna stop beating when its time will come
I hope you'll party at my funeral
I don't wanna pray for someone I've lost
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ALL COPS ARE BRUTAL
01:15
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I see them everywhere
Should I feel safe?
Are you out there?
I heard about some deaths
All cops are brutal
All cops are lethal
They think they're blameless
But they're just brutal
We're here to raise our fist
All we want is justice
We're against nationalism
We're against fascism
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BEAST OF SORROW
03:16
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Looking through the mirror
Is there no way to get better
I don't know what to do
Remember the backpipes playing in some place
I recognize the song, I love amazing grace
And I texted some girls
And I slept with some girls
You're just a beast of sorrow
And I loved you so
I will always be ready to meet someone
Everybody told me that I will find the one
But I won't wait for you
Anymore
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HIGH ON MEDICINE
02:24
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Few talks on a bench
She smiles but it's the nerves
Fortunately she shows me strength
I know she's got her place on earth
I want you to make it through
I told you everything I knew
You're on your own with all this shit
You've been so far now you can't quit
You could smoke a joint or two
Discovering something new
But never let him ruin your life
You better be ready for a fight
I can't do anything
But I won't close my eyes
You're high on medicine
But I can let you in
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PHONECALL
03:15
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Whenever it rings, it comes the wrong time
The sun turns to rain, day turns to night
But you're all alone, you feel like in an empty space
Like you never knew, smile on your face
Can you feel the pain in my heart through the way I'm looking at you
Who was calling you? It was just a Phonecall
Wherever the place, there's no friends out there anymore
Blood turns to tears, doors turn to walls
But you're not alone, accept you need help of someone
And don't tell yourself, hope I have none
Can you feel the pain in my heart through the way I'm looking at you
Who was calling you? It was just a Phonecall
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FROGS IN A LAKE
01:33
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Jump out of the bridge
Dive into warm water
You better hide your kids
We'll make it rhyme with danger
We want fries
Anytime
Beer and wine
All the time
Like frogs in a lake
Jumping and laughing together
Good friends that's what it takes
Always feel like a winner
Some weed in the air
Maybe that's why we're feeling better
Sitting on my chair
I would live like this forever
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BRIGHT BLUE CIRCLE
02:36
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I grew up forgetting my childhood
I even forgot myself sometimes
I stopped playing and laying in the woods
It might happened to me, I got blind
I don't want to be seen or flattered
Just accept I can be nice and heard
Some things make me uncomfortable
This feeling that makes you breakable
But it got clear in my belly
I made the rock a bright blue circle
And I smile, am I silly?
I made the rock a bright blue circle
Never forget that failure is not the end
Keep standing and keep trying
Don't always trust the look they send
But you'd better be up for everything
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BULLSEYE
03:34
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Playing darts you gotta stand still
There's a target you gotta drill
You've got three darts but not to hunt
You've got three darts to make it count
Hit the bullseye
You can do it even if you're blind
Hit the bullseye
You gotta be strong in your mind
If you play cricket aim it well
The most important is to score
Lay low and do not yell
You cannot stop cause you want more
Hold your arm, eyes on target
Triple twenty is the highest score
Deep breathe, fast movement
That's it you get the core
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WHAT I'M HERE FOR
03:11
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Love is an answer to war
But some people love gold
Climate is burning my bed
But I've never been so cold
I met beautiful eyes
Hey girl do I look so bored
What's wrong with my heart
Maybe I won't feel no cc
And I wonder what I'm here for
If it's not for love
I know the best guys in town
And Together we'll remain
Another sad story to tell
Because I failed in love again
And I wonder what I'm here for
If it's not for love
My TV is blowing
Cause it's full of greed
Our heads are burning
We have still a life to lead
And I wonder what I'm here for
If it's not for love
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