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Intro
01:17
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2. |
Pouty Lips
02:46
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I see pink bubbles of memories
While I destroy my nails
I’ve dreamt of him for centuries
But I know that
He doesn’t feel the same
I see punk shadows of enemies
Around me now and then
Day 5, don’t look for me
Will there be an end?
He doesn’t feel the same
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3. |
Wounded
01:56
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These are days
Wounded emotions, I love boys who can cry
Lights are on, and I’m home
I don’t sleep anymore
Wounded emotions, I have things to control
I have things to control, but how?
A life to live now, but how?
Smoke on my belly button
Alone, together, alone
Late night in the hall, still made up
Alone, alone, alone
How?
I was thinking bout the day
Cause these are days
Wounded emotions
Wounded
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4. |
Fried Chicken
02:10
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My new jacket smells like fried chicken
Tell me you’ll pass by
I can think about it more and more,
But my eyes are still yours
All this chaos is what you dream of
But you can’t take it anymore
You can think of her of course,
But my eyes are still yours
If I walk away in my mind this too shall pass
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5. |
Cherub
03:26
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He looks like a cherub – untouchable cherub
Man, you see I’m going…
The way you move your jaw
What did you say before?
Man, you see I’m going
There’s a man in my nightmares
He sees me walking down the street
And then he runs after me
I’m so scared, so I scream
He looks like a cherub, in my dreams he’s still a cherub
Man, you see I’m going crazy
There’s a man in my nightmares
He sees me walking down the street
And then he runs after me
I’m so scared, so I scream
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6. |
Bye
03:01
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I can feel the weight of the shit you’re sayin’
It’s more than 58, but I weight 10 kilos less
should I, could I handle it my friend?
I am baby while you’re so rude
Wait a sec, you ain’t gonna see me again
Thoughts and prayers, triple testing, what a shame you ain’t gonna
See me again
(you) should be alive but who can tell?
I’m not a medium, don’t try to reach me
“Learn from me, it’s always late”: you keep lying to yourself
I am baby while you’re so rude
Wait a sec, you ain’t gonna see me again
Thoughts and prayers, triple testing, what a shame you ain’t gonna
See me again
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7. |
Your Scent
03:33
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Your scent still in my nostrils
That’s all the matters
Always thoughtful when I look at you
You make me think I like your room
Always feel thoughtful when I look at you
You make me think I care about you
You don’t want to lead me down in your problems
You don’t see me like a lover
Now, I don’t trust you and I’m kinda hurt
But you make me write the best songs
and I make you feel always
Fucked up
You know I hate you, it might mean I miss you
It might mean I care about you
Anyway
Your scent still in my nostrils
That’s all the matters
Always feel thoughtful when I look at you
You make me think I care about you
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8. |
Queen Bee
02:58
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There she goes, Queen Bee
Said “long time, no see”
It’s kind of a game my dear
Just wait and see
Someone must have dreamt of her
There she goes, she’s free
Lots of laughs and cheers
It’s part of a game my dear
Just wait and see
Someone must have dreamt of her
There she goes
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9. |
Growin' Up
04:15
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2 am and I can’t sleep
3 am and I can’t sleep
4 am and I’m still here
Trying to see fragments of ideas
Another day has flown away
I’m barely growin’ up, this makes me smile
And in the meanwhile I wonder why
I’m barely growin’ up, this makes me cry
And in the meanwhile
2 pm and I can’t think
3 pm and I can’t win
4 pm and I’m still here
Trying to see fragments of ideas
Another day has flown away
I’m barely growin’ up, this makes me smile
And in the meanwhile I wonder why
I’m barely growin’ up, this makes me cry
But in the meanwhile I’m trying to grow
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10. |
Park
03:12
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Enjoy the sun at the park
when the moments fade in more and more
See the leaves become
eyes and faces that you used to know
Choose another word
to describe the well-being of your own
Throw away your mask
and kiss the part of you you need to love
I think I was blocked
In the end we just started to talk
But in case you didn’t know
Well, I was wondering if you like me more
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