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Song to the Younger Self
03:32
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I remember a wide space
I remember the smell
Lay in bed for the first time
The smell of detergent on his shirt
I was just a kid
Still I believed
Nothing else to lose
You oblivious solipsist
I can’t forget things
Things he can’t come close to remembering
I never said I was pure but still
I was just learning
I am what I am and was
What was left
I’ve learned not to hold on to tighly
Or else, you lose the game
I remember being honest
I remember waking up alone
I remember seeing others
And not being able to understand
I was just a kid
Still I believed
Nothing else to lose
You oblivious solipsist
I can’t forget things
Things he can’t come close to remembering
I never said I was pure but still
I was just learning
I am what I am and was
What was left
I’ve learned not to hold on to tighly
Or else, you lose the game
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2. |
The Chain
03:51
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We’ve lied to the world for so long
Can we be honest just for this one?
Because when it a game of two,
There is always one who gets burned
Finally tables have turned
And finally I won the war
Break the chain
Lets us stay
Let everything we were go awaaaaay
Let us be
Let us fade
Some things take years to go awaaaaay
I remember you driving me in your car
How can somebody be so lost?
Is it that time of the year again?
Everything is filled with rain
Finally tables have turned
And finally I won the war
Break the chain
Lets us stay
Let everything we were go awaaaaay
Let us be
Let us fade
Some things take years to go awaaaaay
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3. |
Midas
02:54
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There's a special place in hell
For men like you
You turn everything into gold
Like you knew what you do
How am I supposed to take it now?
Take and bullet and be thankful for it?
This is the biggest pain
Ive ever taken with a smile
Midas x2
In this very same place
On this very same ground
Standing on the line
That makes limits blur die now
Erase the line
Drawn on the ground
Set to separate us
Since we live on the brink of hell
Midasx2
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4. |
The Wedding Singer
03:29
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I was though that I would die
On your very wedding day
Did you say good bye to all your friends
Is there peace within in yourself?
Are you still looking for the way?
Are you still driving in the mist ?
I always thought that I would love
A couple of kids and a house on the prairie
Now I'm just drinking
Still trying to find myself
I'd rather just go back in time
To that very dreadful day
Where I saw you go away
I was never that girl that sits
Around and waits
Or at least I promised not to be for years
I am not the girl who will wait
I am changing as the years pass
Or will I stay forever the same
Are you still looking for the way
Are you still driving in the mist
Like the day you went away
Like the day you went away
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A veces fantaseo que estas muerto
6 metros bajo tierra y descompuesto
No mereces vivir ni un día más
Te quiero infierno de verdad
Eres una basura
que no vale nada
Un enclenque masoquista
Que destruye sin perder
La calma
Porque sigues rondándome
Ahogando mi paz con tu ego
En serio yo solo te quiero muerto
A veces fantaseo que estas muerto
6 metros bajo tierra y descompuesto
No mereces vivir ni un día más
Solo eres un cerdo patriarcal
un cerdo patriarcal
un cerdo patriarcal
un cerdo patriarcal
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