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Echoes of the nineties
03:38
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Echoes of the nineties
We aren’t going away, we aren’t going away,
just like an echo on an infinite repeat, we aren’t going away
It's an industry of cool and almost famous fakers It isn't hard to do
It's an industry of cool and almost famous fakers It isn't hard to do
It's an industry of cool and almost famous fakers
Come join and you will too, It isn't hard to do
It's an industry of cool
This one’s for all the mute answers and ignores,
for all the non-sayers and whores
Fads come and go we'll wait it out
Cos we aren't going away
It's an industry of cool and almost famous fakers It isn't hard to do
It's an industry of cool and almost famous fakers It isn't hard to do
It's an industry of cool and almost famous fakers
Come join and you will too, It isn't hard to do
It's an industry of cool
If everybody knew, everybody and you
could sing along to songs, to soundtracks of real stuff
Then maybe things would change
maybe they would stop pretending to be someone other than they are
We are the echoes on an infinite repeat
We are the echoes on an infinite repeat
We are the echoes on an infinite..............
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Putin
03:30
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PUTIN
I am war, I´ll show you how to hate
I am war, let’s play a little game
I´ll tuck you in tonight
Pull the covers over your head one last time
I am Russia, I´ve finally woken up
I am Putin, you’ll remember my name
Come morning I´ll be alone
Just me and my beautiful war
I am Russia and this is war
I am Putin and this is war
Nice to meet you,
those who’ll live will be my whores
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Red Hills
02:54
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RED HILLS
Here we are, two superstars
My heart beats for you
Made a deal, don’t you dare kill it!
Man! I love to hate everybody else
Grief changes shape but never ends
Tell this fucking god he’s dead
Let’s spend some time forever
Until it dies
Here we are, two superstars
My heart beats for you
Made a deal, don’t you dare kill it!
Man! I love to hate everybody else
Remember the photograph
in the Red Hills
Remember the photograph
that we took that year
Here we are, two superstars
My heart beats for you
Made a deal, don’t you dare kill it!
Man! I love to hate!
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He-Man and Thundercats RULE!
It seems so long ago today. When we were young and full of
Life and candy, hopes and laughter
Do you remember the Thundercats? And how we used to play with
He-Man, Rambo, Action Force and More...
Adam, She-Ra and Skeletor are gone
We used to trade them with our friends. Play outside and bother the
Neighbours, hate them, mission statement
We‘d fill up on some candy canes. Cherry cola and we were
Ready to face them, ready for war and
More....I miss the days when we were young
Sinclair Spectrum. Garbage Pail Kid cards
Tomy Racing Turbo Dashboard stars
Walkman. Sega. Snafu and Polaroid
Thundercats and He-Man where are you now
Bring back them good ol days
Sinclair Spectrum. Garbage Pail Kid cards
Tomy Racing Turbo Dashboard stars
Walkman. Sega. Snafu and Polaroid
Thundercats and He-Man where are you now
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WHERE GOOD GUYS GO TO DIE
He’s been in love only all of his life
Some say it’s beautiful but others wrought
The kind of love that keeps taking away
All of his drive and all of his will
He’s so decadent and you’re so good
At least that’s what you keep telling yourself
If anybody hears this just nod along
Then secretly sneak your way into my life
Sometimes it feels like love
Sometimes it feels so wrought
No ones left everybody’s gone home
Who’s gonna keep the score when everybody lose
I guess its time to wrap things up
Pack your bags and head on home
Sometimes it feels like love
Sometimes it feels so wrought
….so I don´t know, where did we go wrong
Was it the way I breathe
or was it the undercurrent beneath
I don’t know does it really matter now
Lets just get through this somehow
Without others finding out
Just let me go!
Where good guys go to die
Sometimes it feels like love
Sometimes it feels so wrought
Where good guys go to die
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Between the city and Stars
It goes to show, when we want more, you fuck things up, by being too nice
It goes to show, when I want war, you fuck things up, by being in love
Just hold on to these moments as they pass, cos you never know
I can see a million miles tonight,
But I’m stuck here, between the city and stars
When dealbreakers, come raining down, we swim through it, we go hand in hand
If you’d go to shows, with me my friend, we’d fuck things up, together again.
Just hold on to these moments as they pass, cos you never know
I can see a million miles tonight,
But I’m stuck here, between the city and stars
I can see a million miles tonight,
I’m stuck here, stuck here and I can’t get very far
I’m stuck here, between the city and stars
I’m stuck here, stuck here and I can’t get very far
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Too many Wednesdays
03:13
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Too many Wednesdays
All this time and we don’t know how speed goes
Bring back the time when he could go where he knows
Sometimes a place just isn’t home let me roam
I bled that night, and I don’t bleed
I bled that time, and I don´t bleed
I’ve seen so many Wednesdays but still I go, but still no
I’m idiot on a tight rope between the norm and you
I bled that night, and I don’t bleed
I bled that time, and I don´t bleed
Don’t leave me here, Don’t leave me with you
Sometimes we break. I’m not nervous I’m nauseous
Sometimes we break. As long as you don’t notice
Sometimes I ache/hate
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Blisters
03:07
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BLISTERS
You live in the city, I live in a different world.
Life clings to you like a decease
Nobody wants to get older
Nobody wants to die young either
Well which one is it
Sixteen and still a virgin
Eighteen and nobody loves you
You see 27 in the headlights
As it hits you you realize it's too late
You're the benchmark that I measure
All other pains against
I get blisters from touching you
I got blisters from touching everyone
You and your toungs
Sixteen and still a virgin
Eighteen and nobody loves you
You see 27 in the headlights
As it hits you you realize it's too late
I fall for you
I fall for you
I fall in love with you
I fall in love with you
Sixteen and still a virgin
Eighteen and nobody loves you
You see 27 in the headlights
As it hits you you realize it's too late
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TOO LATE TO EVEN CALL JAPAN
I don’t know if I want this now
Someone told me to act this way
It’s getting late to even call Japan
I´m so sorry I’ll shut the door
On this evenings disaster take me home now darling
Or we could stay for just a little longer baby
There’s too much loss between my head and this song
I’ve seen too much I think I’m going blind
It’s so hard to fly with wings of stone
If you see me dying just put me in the ground!
On this evenings disaster take me home now darling
Or we could stay for just a little longer baby
Won’t you pay me to shut the door!
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10. |
Remember the Red Hills
02:55
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Remember the Red Hills
Should’ve done better, Could have been better girl,
when it´s all over, come back some other time.
Feeling all queasy by being too cheesy-o,
I guess it’s all over, turn around and don’t come back.
One day you´ll miss me, you’ll miss how we kissed all day,
sometimes it’s over, before it can really start.
Remember the Red Hills, remember the ghostly chills
should’ve just left it, should’ve just left that guy alone
On your back, lights out, ballsack, in your mouth
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