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New magic
05:16
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Nothing is real but i don't care
Anyone could be a friend
And sit and stand, or just relax
Slowly again, faster in the end.
Nothing is real but i don't care.
Nothing is real.
Anyone could be a friend.
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2. |
All around nothing
03:09
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Anger, wonder
Willing to reach the well.
Evidence is a hole we're all diving in
Ritual, ritual end, ritual, ritual end.
Never say, never lay it down
I'm in a hole, i feel strange.
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3. |
Inhuman despair
05:29
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There is no answer yet
No talk, more dreaming
I could fall into it
I could talk, i could dream, but.
Walking, i don't know why
They say i'm inhuman.
There is no answer yet
No talk, more dreaming
I could fall into it
I could talk, i could dream, but.
I don't want to be real
Nothing is what they mean
My despair is human
I could talk, i could dream.
I won't let you rest.
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4. |
It was a dream
02:52
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Waiting again
I need a walk
You're not my friend
I don't know love
I know noone
Waiting for a day that will not come
You will not come.
I need your love
It was a dream.
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Plus un mot, du moins suffisant
Sans doute celui de trop
Celui qui jette l'ancre.
(A la) Dérive, je perds, volontaire, l'horizon
En un songe versé depuis l'aube
Je descends les sens à fond de cales, et remonte sans regret, délivré sur le pont.
J'aime l'onde qui se déchaîne
Et tanguer sur les planches, sans liens, sans attaches
Et que les cordes sonnent!
Et que les sons s'accordent!
Que tout se mêle et noie les convictions!
A contre-courant, je passe souvent par dessus bord
Je prends la tasse, (et) crache les usages
Tant de nuances en fuite passent à travers les mailles
Celles qui renversent les murailles.
Plus un mot, du moins suffisant
Sans doute celui de trop
Celui qui jette l'ancre.
(A la) Dérive, je perds, volontaire, l'horizon
En un songe versé depuis l'aube
Je descends les sens à fond de cales, et remonte sans regret, délivré sur le pont.
J'aime l'onde qui se déchaîne
Et tanguer sur les planches, sans liens, sans attaches
Et que les cordes sonnent!
Et que les sons s'accordent!
Que tout se mêle et noie les convictions!
Que des couleurs troubles!
Une nef de confusions
Que des couleurs troubles!
Une nef de confusions.
Plus un mot, du moins suffisant
Sans doute celui de trop, celui qui jette l'ancre
(A la) Dérive, je perds, volontaire, l'horizon.
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Mania, mania
Your eyes closed
Fingers on
Emerge me and my soul.
I doubt, a look in myself
I doubt, a look at yourself.
Mania, mania
Your head down
Feets off.
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7. |
Customer care
04:25
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Why do you stay
Noone will say
Where will you go then
Don't call me well, i stay.
When i sit down
I'm not the one
When you're well
When you're well.
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8. |
No fire exit
05:25
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No fire exit
Nowhere you fit
We'll be well
We will cross out.
Do you know me well?
Can you hear my spell?
When we don't talk
I can not break
Will you let me go?
No fire exit
Something you won't meet
That comes again
You will need help.
And you know you're well
I can learn from your pain
Are you laughing?
I hate you well
And i really don't care.
No fire exit
No fire exit
We'll be well
We will cross out.
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9. |
In my skull (bonus)
03:30
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In my skull
Are you?
All you are scriptures
All of you love your end
I love you because
They are gone
Are they gone with you?
All of you?
I ain't with me.
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10. |
Way from you (bonus)
02:15
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11. |
Who (bonus)
03:24
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Who will take my time?
Strange feel, here all
I ain't gone
Will you feed me?
I ain't gone
To see what will be.
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