1. |
387
04:08
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Fake goodbye
To get some distance
Copper medal to seal the deal with myself
This is far away from heaven
Watercolored with every shade of grey
Oh man
Stories they can tell
Texture made of pain, threads covered in red
So close
So far away
Behind a mountain range
That shredded
Shredded place
In the biggest heat
Of those August days
We softly laid down
Two last Mohicans
The strangest thing
When there’s no turning back
Colours softly change
Front and back
Oh man
Stories they can tell
Texture made of pain, threads covered in red
So close
So far away
Behind a mountain range
That shredded
Shredded place
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2. |
Defeats
04:38
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Something must come out of this
I think it’s clear
Where I wanna be
Every time I move forward
It feels like there’s hope
My heart explodes
Winning by draining beats
Bittersweet defeats
And every time I go-around
I’m feeling like
I’m ready, I’m ready, ready now
It’s on, there’s no more time
Nothing’s gonna change my mind
And every time I wanna hide, I know
I’m ready I’m ready, ready now
I don’t really paint it black
I don’t give a damn
The world may never change
I just wanna stay out late
Drink as much as I can take
Undress you and forget
Winning by draining beats
Bittersweet defeats
And every time I go-around
I’m feeling like
I’m ready, I’m ready, ready now
It’s on, there’s no more time
Nothing’s gonna change my mind
And every time I wanna hide, I know
I’m ready, I’m ready, ready now
Winning by draining beats
Bittersweet defeats
And every time I wanna hide, I know
I’m ready, I’m ready, ready now
It’s on, there’s no more time
Nothing’s gonna change my mind
And every time I wanna hide, I know
I’m ready, I’m ready, ready now
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3. |
EWO
03:16
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I’m afraid of breaking points
I’m afraid that I’d be told that there’s no other way
I’m scared that I can’t share every change that comes my way
Don’t keep it nice and slow
I won’t watch the fall
Don’t hold it in for too long
Don’t hold it
Or we’ll be coming back alone
What if all this luck
Turns its back on us
All the heavy thoughts,
blinking loudly, coming down
on us
In the small hours
When the truth is darker
It seems like nothing changes,
fear stops the time
Don’t keep it nice and slow
I won’t watch the fall
Don’t hold it in for too long
Don’t hold it
Or we’ll be coming back alone
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4. |
Tremors
03:37
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It’s back
Treacherous ghost
Turning the hope
Into the black hole
The fire is burning the highs
When purpose is lost
What’s in there for both of us
All the tremors
Fucking madness
Shifting way too fast
All the headlines
Fearful chaos
Gonna wipe us out
Time will wait for no one
Can’t you see
Densify this love
And make it feel real
Wronged
By every mark
Who knows how and why
A bullet for the blind
When sounds
are diminished by your fear
Nothing can beat
The wall in between
All the tremors
Fucking madness
Shifting way too fast
All the headlines
Fearful chaos
Gonna wipe us out
Time will wait for no one
Can’t you see
Densify this love
And make it feel real
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