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Please Stop
04:26
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I'm setting my mind to sleep but the dreams are not coming
Sweating my bed like there is no tomorrow
But tomorrow always comes and I'll be late for work
Inadequate for all the things that makes sense to the world
And then you ask me to stop! Right now
Why don’t you stop? Right now
Please don’t ask me to stop when I hardly can control myself
I'm the kind of man who goes round in circles
I find hard to stay in line but I won't raise my voice
Not holding grudges against anyone
I've always carried my own crutches
I detest the world in general but to no one in particular
What kind of man you think I am?
Pilling up so much of everything
Always waiting by the wings
Delaying the final words
Welcome to the merry go round I call my mind
That occasionally takes a break and gives me the chance
To tell you how much I've missed you since last time we met
Take advantage of the situation cos it ain't going to last
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2. |
Snowstorm
03:41
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Undercover of the storm, the devil's prints in the snow
Do we need central heating in a bedroom so small?
It's getting cold and dark, all Xmas lights are blown out
There's no sound on our TV, there is no hope in our hearts
Why don't you read my mind?
Why don't you show me a smile?
Before we start with the battle
Before the killing takes place
Sometimes ashes, sometimes flames
He's the master of regret
That can’t throw the right punches when his defenses are down
You can't return what is due if your target is out of reach
You should have never been the witness of my sorrow and fall
Tell the family I'm gone
If they are clever, they'll know
I can't stay here much longer
People come and people go...
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3. |
Senses
05:22
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Every time she calls it quits, the alarm goes off in some uptown building
The nights were blurred but bruises were found; we are as desperate as we sound
Weren't these supposed to be, the happiest days of our lives?
So why are we trying so hard?
This is no place for secrets
Every time he takes her out to dance, they keep rattle-snakes in their pockets
He is not funny when he's trying to be; they've been saving grace since they got married
Every time he asked for wine, he was given more than he could handle
He was welcome home with a crooked smile ; a kiss goodnight from a bed of roses
To be awaken in a floor of nails
There is no time for secrets
I wish I don't have those memories
I would pay to numb my brain
Secrets, lies and memories
I'll drink them all away
Looking forward is harder
Than mending all this mess
Secrets, lies and memories
I'll drink them all away
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4. |
Working Overtime
05:41
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The dirty dishes are piling up for the right reasons
The TV set is on night and day
Reheated dust, we need more fags
Got to find me a proper job
Why do you hate your life so much?
Why don't you change your skin one more time?
Why don't you grab the bull by the horns?
Haven't you realize there's an ocean outside
The time has come for the big issues
That separates the mice from the men
We should walk straight with the chin up
Building our own device from scratch
If I could leave these tracks behind
And find the nerve to stare at you in the eyes
I'll drain the sea of madness inside
Haven't you realize there's an ocean outside
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5. |
Bushes, Trees & Leaves
05:00
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The streets are silent but this bedroom roars like hunger
Another question is answered by his mastered silence
They can't recall the day when guilt became their partner
Please, don't panic now, there's nothing wrong with me
He's looking for a path to skip this winter
But he's afraid his war is already lost
“So let me sleep alone, numb my senses,
Let me dream the way it was.”
But if, there's nothing wrong with me
Why do I feel this way?
If there's nothing wrong with you,
Why do you cry every night?
We wonder why these scenes are no longer strange
To our neighbours, to the kids we'll never have
Let the cats play their part
And the vodka fills the gaps,
What a sad act we are
It seem to get worse these days
You wonder where I am, I wonder where I stand
Bushes, trees and leaves…
That's all I can see
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Lizardville La Línea De La Concepción, Spain
Angry music for old people
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