1. |
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Keep walk walking again.
Eyes are burning
Hands on rope
Why shouldn't I
Why shouldn't I go beyond?
Why shouldn't I go beyond?
The place where sets are off
I'm so desperate for some fun
All I had to do was to find You offensive
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Love Mature
03:10
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I used to say that I'm late. In every second of a day.
What happened to your taste? I know the master of dates.
And he seems to like me. And i seem to like him.
I want to speak your name. In every second of a day.
I'll just try to get old. Something good something abroad.
And i feel, you're alone. I'll try to get on foot to your home.
I used to say that I'm gay. In every second of a day.
What happened to your face? You know how socialism tastes.
And he seems to hate you. And you seem to hate him.
I want to speak with your brain. In every second of a day.
I'll just try to be alone. Something good something abroad.
And I feel, that I'm old. I'll try to get on foot to the door.
I want to speak your name. I want to speak with your brain.
I want to speak your name. I want to speak with your brain.
In every second of a day.
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3. |
MJFK
07:29
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I would just puke onstage with a terribly bad feeling of situation. I would say hello to all the comedians. I'm about to get motorized and ride so fast, that I would burn my tires, and just drive next to the JFK in '63. And I would grow my hair so big and massive, that my afro would stop the bullet. And that should do the trick.
Light city underground (on the ground)
Dead leaves in undertown
Get in somehow, someway
Go for someone
Get out somewhere, someway
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4. |
734
02:21
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Spew Me
03:43
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Little sister's burning dress
People counting more and less
Systematic physical work
See the reason to shut your door.
I feel I'm kinda dead machine
Without any muscles I am my sin
So smash the times and smash my bones
Lies and eyes are very close
Spew me
But wait
Turn around and see
Where habit is getting free
Bleach your eyelids, We
Can't afford to be
Afford to be
No more lies, shut people's mouths
Your voice so clear You blow me out
Stain in mind I've lost my mask
I'm to ashamed to ask for a task
Little brother, sad but true
Making your opinion without any clue
How could you feel embarassed for your son?
Deep in my throat, there goes your gun
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6. |
Gender Blender
04:33
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Secrets of Kim had drive you so deeply in your own mind's library.
Be overpowered, overacclaimed, overunrealised.
If I could only catch the train I'm travellin.
Your sister's face on a playground wall, sayin: "I'm fat, 'cause I eat chalk".
And your reaction after the letter sent to you
Saying that you've already died
The better place, the signs are worse
Goodwill's humiliation.
And I could write to You the same, cause it won't disappear.
Gender Blender
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