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New York
04:22
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New york seems so far
my mind erased your smile
New York crumples in my bag
as my faults flow within the air
summer was cold
no trace left of our home
we walked along the tide mark
windows get dim hidden in our smoke
full stops fly blue souls
choking lungs in an endless dawn
I miss a thrill I don’t know
New York crumpled long ago
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Knife on the floor
04:04
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Have you ever had enough of plucking just one string
Have you ever seen at last a farmer becoming king
Living on a circle means leaving on the dot
Or isn’t this a way to have a clock never late
We are reactions feeding more reactions
We are explosions stealing our own horizon
I’m freezing up a little more Three years have gone
Since everyone was moved away and left me on the floor
Iron doesn’t use to turn Into gold for hell
And I am just a piece of wood writing maudlin farewells
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Board Games
03:38
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If I had to choose another way to loose
It wouldn’t be with you
It wouldn’t be for you
If I had to choose another game to loose
It wouldn’t be with you
It wouldn’t be for you
Wrapped in a dance so smooth
Feeling half alive
I forgot the rules of making a skin so dry
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4. |
Dirty Hands
03:03
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We have dirty hands and there’s nothing to say
I am the river that flows
Angry
Where is a place to rest
I went to Michigan to be one of a thousand of ants
We fall in love with our swords
it can’t be helped
It is the weakest debate for a breeze to blow
away from the ease
away like a pawn
away from the mess
I went to Michigan to be one of a thousand of ants
I went to Mexico not to give any failure for granted
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5. |
H-A-Z-E
02:40
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Waiting Harold Salerno, Italy
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