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Poor country boy
03:26
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Hey poor country boy, what is your name for love ?
I live like a toy into their arms and claws
Wasting my time with obscenity, hanging round licks and bites
Wasting my nerves with trash tragedy, asking why I still fight
Hey poor country boy, what is your name for love ?
I live like a toy into their arms and claws
Hey poor country boy, what is your name for soul ?
I saw too much toys moaning for time and howl
Wasting my time with my destiny, asking why I still fight
Landing, re-landing on unknown countries, need some help to get strung
Hey poor country boy, what is your name for love ?
I live like a toy into their arms and claws
Hey poor country boy ...
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Another time we've lost, another final cut,
another head on walls
Another burning draft, that we've drawn up and I've,
not took the time to read
Listen to the wind and dive into,
for what we've done, we are proud, thought we're torn
Another puppet burnt, another time we've learnt,
but no more chance to leave it
Don't have to leave me dry, don't have to say goodbye,
a creeping feeling on me
Go back my Valentine, go back please let me dive,
away into the limbo's fair
Don't believe in any tribe, don't believe and keep the eyes
Blind or closed keep all your faith
Listen to the wind, and dive into
For what we've done, we are proud, thought we're torn
Would I mess you ?
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I've been told by a friend to keep a word
This kind of word that seems a world
This kind of word you can't be bullet-proof
You can't be bullet-proof for a world like this
I've been caught by a man, a man like him
This kind of man, that seems quite mad
This kind of man you can be dumb with fear,
You must be dumb and fear with a man like him
To keep a secret then leave ...
I've been told by a friend to keep a word
This kind of word that seems a world
This kind of word you can't be bullet-proof
You can't be bullet-proof for a world like this
But it's over my fist the man told me
A soundtrack with knocks on my face, I can't leave
My teeth under his shoes, I can't yell the word
He told it's over, all is over
To keep a secret then leave ...
But it's over my fist the man told me
A soundtrack with knocks on my face, I can't leave
My teeth under his shoes, I can't yell the word
He told it's over, all is over
To keep a secret then leave ...
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Today
03:15
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Today is a great day to be free, to feed the muse, nor let her be
'Cause today is a new birth for a leave,
after autumn falls, and summer winds
Tell me, yeah tell me what's wrong ?
Today is a great day to be light, to eat the grass, and smell the grapes
'Cause today is the end for any fight
so ring the bell and shake the graal
Tell me, yeah tell me what's wrong ?
Tell me, yeah tell me what's wrong ?
Let's song together !!!
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Windowlickers first
03:59
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All the lies confirm what everybody
Expect you'll be the one to
Breath that these times, the times are changing
All the candles could burn but ...
Windowlickers first,
Honest myth builders
Thinking hard and thinking far ...
All the doors pretend what everybody
Unconsciously they rode far
I hope you'll be the witch who'll cook everybody
I better ring the ogres soon ...
Windowlickers first,
Honest myth builders
Thinking hard and thinking far ...
What does it mean ? Windowlickers ...
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