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Andreane
03:13
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This is what I claimed
And what you replied
I've never felt ashamed
you just made me shy
Once and for all
drop my hand
Just let me fall
And don't pretend
We can't live in here
None of this will last
Words are not so clear anymore
And seems to go so fast
Once and for all
Drop my hand
Just let me fall
And don't pretend
Andreane
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2. |
Troubles
03:53
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Troubles, only troubles for you
Troubles, all the troubles for me too
Troubles are digging tunnels in my head
So deep, just to keep me stressed
It must lead somewhere
Someone's still out there
Don't you think I see
What it means to be
No troubles, no more troubles
Travelling with nothing else but some hate
And it feels like I'm always too late
I'm travelling with nothing else but some kind of hate
And it feels like such a risk to take
I know where I am
I don't lose perspective
I was so afraid
Almost like a shade
No troubles, no more troubles
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3. |
Lucid Dreams
04:28
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In the dreams that I dream
I am healthy and clean
I don't care what the people say
The body works in mysterious ways
In the dreams that I dream
No one really mean what they means
Some are good and some are bad
I'm truly sure most of them are sad
Oh, anyways
Distraction in my head
Destruction in my head
Daddy's hospital bed
daddy's no longer dead
Yes I had too much this time
In the life that I lived
There are things that I missed
Ideas never to be embraced
Or Jesus when they described his face
In the life that I lived
I've been bored, oh so bored I swear
But lucid dreams have taken good care
to always bring me back to somewhere
Always
Conclusions in my head
Confusions in my head
Daddy's hospital bed
Daddy's no longer dead
Yes I had too much this time
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Third Eye
03:57
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He was out of luck and out of charms
Brought in daylight, in daylight
He wore nothing more but funeral clothes
Bought in the moonlight, the moonlight
Nothing was left of all his old fears
Nothing was left, it all disappeared
He was full of joy, so full of pride
To blink his third eye, his third eye
It was giant love, up from above
Through his third eye, his third eye
Nothing was left of all his old fears
Nothing was left, it all disappeared
Nothing was left, it became so clear
Nothing was left, it all disappeared
It all disappeared
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5. |
I Hate Everyone
04:00
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I hate everyone
It makes me feel like someone
The reasons a man gets scared
are reasons we should not care
Oh god, be good
Bringing back the powers at first light
Bringing back the powers through the night
Be gone, I'll be gone
I needed everyone
To make me feel like someone
Unstable love I shared
Man, was I just even there?
Oh god, be good
Bringing back the powers at first light
Bringing back the powers through the night
Take me there, take me through the lies
Untie all, untie all the ties
Be gone
I'll be gone
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