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Far
02:18
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Light through the window
Told me, the time is coming
To wake and stand up now
My feet hit the ground
And lead my actions
Everything seems mechanical
Every morning tell the same story
I can't remember the last time
when I thought about it
Feel the time run away
Like a handful of sand in your hand
Too late to look back
In a blink of an eye
Yesterday's so far away
Run again and again
And try to catch your fate
No time to look back
In a blink of an eye
Tomorrow's so far away
Sometimes I'm scared
To see the months and years
Pass as a single day
That stupid rat race
Phagocyte me and my life
Day after day
The old stories appear dusty
Today this feeling grew on me
And fuck my head everyday.
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2. |
Apathy
02:46
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Nearby your world there's mine,
From dust and broken glass.
Lay down by the masses,
At the bottom of your stairs.
Am I the reflection you don't want to see?
It hurts your perfection, so sorry.
Big city product I survive
Like a parasite with appetite for freedom.
Deep into loneliness I'm falling.
Between walking walls without smiles.
Waiting for someone, someone to come.
I'm one of the buildings, but a poor one.
Lost in artificial pleasure,
Lost in lights and sounds from the city,
Back in my memory.
Lost in your eyes,
Left on the main street's side alone.
Everyone are strangers now.
And they're wandering why
Give isn't a cure. Are you sure?
Apathy, means death to me.
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3. |
Sunday
03:14
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You look behind the window
The Sun wouldn’t show his face today
Clouds swallowed up the sky now
The Rain falls as a funeral day
You can’t find some reasons
To explain what you’re thinking about
But loneliness run through your veins
There’s no word to describe your pain
SHE FALLS DOWN ON YOU
WHEN THE MORNING COMES
AND CATCH YOUR THROAT
UNTIL TOMORROW’S GONE
You talked about an achievement
As if this cycle comes to an end
But it still remains the same
She would be there again
Every day is like Sunday...
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4. |
Old Picture
03:30
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I walk through the fields
Feel the sand on my feet
The Landscape reminds me
A lot of old memories
From a distant past,
I think.
As a picture which
Which never curled up by the time
The plain appears empty
Here alone lives the wind
As a single passenger
Sometimes, I think these places are
A perfect picture you can’t see twice
That’s a part of mystery
A part of memory
Anybody would not see...
Impressions of lightness
Between imaginary or reality
A part of Sadness
Sinks into my heart so deeply
When the tide goes out
Everything seems redrawn
You feel like disarmed
Everything changed around
A foreign country you crossed now
At the bottom of my heart.
As a picture which
Which never curled up by the time
The plain appears empty
Here alone lives the wind
As a single passenger.
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5. |
Ground Collapse
02:32
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One day, you swore
to be another man
Forget, the Past
Turn over a new leaf if you can
The good old time
Should keep safe your memory
Don’t be afraid
Now, you’re still breathing
WHY DO YOU FEEL SO DIZZY
YOU HAVE LOST YOUR BEARINGS
AS IF THE GROUND WAS COLLAPSING
INTO AN ENDLESS HOLE YOU’RE FALLING
For years you run in the dark
Still begging to see daylights
Time Flies…
So, are you still alive
As in a deep coma
You seem dived.
The Darkness consumes your soul
Does it make no sense at all
And even all seems lost
The flame still burns
In your heart
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6. |
Box (Hooton 3 Car)
03:27
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Chestnut Road Toulouse, France
Three piece punk rock band from Toulouse, France.
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