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Rid of me
04:44
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Get rid of me, before the sun comes
You'll get rid of me, like all the other ones
You taste like new, your breath
One more cigarette
The way you walk, like a stranger to me
Blame it on me, still on the outside
Blame it on me
And I've been waiting for that day
Get rid of me, before the sun comes
You'll get rid of me, like all the other ones
Bow your head and slide to me
Lick my tattooed skin
The way you lick, like a stranger to me
Blame it on me, still on the outside
Blame it on me
And I've been waiting for that day
For a lover to take me home
And I've been waiting for that day
For a lover to take me whole
And there you go, lover take me home
And there you go, lover take me whole
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Body
05:13
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3. |
Easy song
04:01
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I guess we're talking in vain, though I must say
We probably felt the same, each time we laid
Side by side in bed
We sadly waked the corpse of our beloved grace
And the one you love has never really been me
It's time to wash away all dreams of yesterday
As a scaring since falls, we feel so alone
Despite all these years, how hard it is to read
In each other eyes
I guess it's part of the game
Our perfect dreams will never keep our natural bends
From letting go, from resting in the hands of fate
We all keep in mind the ghost of a missing face
And the one I love has never really been you
It's time to wash away all dreams of yesterday
As a scaring silence falls, the world now calls
And just before you left, I should have held my breath
And dared to say
There's something wrong with us
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4. |
Coma
04:21
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I think I’m falling in love with a perfect sky
Very early in the morning and before the night dies
I’ll write my best song drunk in bed in New-York
And on the ceiling a mirror will give me the tune of the tortured souls
And it could be Paris, yeah it could be Bangkok
I’ll always keep this,
Skyscrapers, people, cars, all in my mind and now I wanna run
All the rest is nonsense, yeah now I wanna burn
Cause it feels so good
Oh please
Buy me another one of those little beautiful transparent drinks
Ah, and give me slow motions as in Wenders’ shots
I’ll taste a night of alcohol on your lips at 6 o’clock
In an empty bar with old fashioned signs all flickering in rose
My perfect NDE (Near Death Experience) with a perfect sky above
And it could be Paris, yeah it could be Bangkok
I’ll always keep this,
Skyscrapers, people, cars, all in my mind and now I wanna run
All the rest is nonsense, yeah now I wanna burn
Now I wanna run, all the rest is useless
Yeah now I wanna burn
Cause it feels so good
And you know, it’s so weird, I’m floating up here and I can see
Oh, you know it’s so weird, I’m floating up here
And I can see my body down there
And it feels so good
I’ll be back
Maybe
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5. |
More
05:56
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I rarely find the words
Always dealing with frustration
Often sleeping while you’re up
Surely feeds my lack of patience
Can’t easily picture the scene when you read me
Eyes slowly sliding on the screen
Do you feel this silence slowly turning whole
When everybody is all gone?
I’m always wanting more
Between your lines, my junk slips, slowly
I cannot get it all, distance is sowing blur in secrecy
Can’t easily picture the scene, could you miss me?
Eyes slowly sliding on the screen
Do you feel this silence slowly turning whole
When everybody is all gone?
Drown me in you, give me more
More e-mails, more touch, more truth, more pain, more love
More secrets, more hope, more everything than i ever got
More sorrows, not borrowed, more time, more heat
More wisdom, more grace, to fill my emptiness
Drown me in you
Come on, drown me in
I’m always wanting more
Come on, drown me in
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Dirty little secret
06:19
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It came to me while driving home tonight
It’s not something I can kill
I’ll take a bath and write on our garden door
My love and addiction, my contradictions
Cause I just can’t slide away, my dirty little secret
I want to slide away
With you
I’m still trying to believe in the ways he gives
But it’s only concrete flowers, lost between ours
It’s not about him owning me at night
I’m not this hair, not this skin
I am the soul in you between
But I just can’t slide away, my dirty little secret
I want to slide away
Time will not tear us apart
But i just can’t slide away
I want to slide away
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7. |
Betray
03:54
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I’m not crazy,
I did see you coming dark lady,
with red coat and doubts
It’s now all fading,
with maybes and roles in television
He likes you in that one
I’m not crazy
About your depressive ways of dealing with all that you’ve done
It’s now all fading,
Old songs of hope turning into
Songs about trust,
Duty and fuck,
Time and decay,
Betray
I‘m not crazy, i did see you coming dark lady,
And all of the mess we‘re in now
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8. |
Flee
04:44
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You know I still believe
There was no use in lying
But it’s ok by now
I only wonder where the fuck you are
And I’ve been thinking too much time
And I cannot think anymore
Though I won’t forget this dirty flight, this dirty train
And how we’re fucking lost
I won’t breathe a word
So here’s my last song about you
Bye Thassee, good luck
See you next, or what else?
All is over, all is over
I won’t forget this dirty flight, this dirty train, this dirty town
And how we’re fucking lost
Do you hear me now?
Can you hear me?
I see you on the hill
See you
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