1. |
Cold
04:19
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Life is a mode,
We’re set for decades inside, flesh and bone
I’d rather be raw
Out of the worst of fevers, you call: ‘love’
Checking on default
How I was before
Good to be
Cold
Your body wrapped up my soul
Meaning was between -our cause
Then you closed the door
Couldn’t climb to reach you, but to fall
So, I was a pawn (It burns ‘cos I want you so bad)
As my temp, goes low (It hurts ‘cos I want you so bad)
I will stay
Cold
Back where I belong (It burns ‘cos I want you so bad)
Look down to the world (It hurts ‘cos I want you so bad)
Bought and then
Sold
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2. |
Since 95
03:13
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I can’t fit in
Their happy endings in frame
I won’t be playing their game
I can’t fit in
The late night faking of smiles
And all their hideous lies
But I can fit in
Your glass of whiskey and gin
To be a part of your dream
I can fit in
Your pocket next to your gun
We will be chasing the sun
Got my pill
To resist
For tonight
Deny
Facade
Since 95
I can’t fit in
Their views and terrible taste
And their predetermined space
I can’t fit in
The life you want me to live
I will be breaking the deal
But I can fit in
Unspoken words in a scene
So good at that I’m their queen
I can fit in
Your pocket next to your gun
We will be shooting for fun
Got my pill
To resist (Hold it steady)
For tonight (I am ready)
Deny
Facade (Hold it steady)
Since 95 (I am ready)
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3. |
Frankfurt am Main
04:56
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Hey Chiki, what drug you injected into my vein
Please tell me how much time is left till my baby comes here
To sleep or to die, eyes are closing, painkiller runs out
Lights off, Jesus Christ, well, here we are, by ourselves in the night
This heart -shaped scar made me believe in things I couldn’t see
He stroked me so gently, my faith, I had it in my fist
I swear I had a feeling that something would happen with us
Frankfurt am Main, we shouldn’t turn left, we shouldn’t turn right
Is it my fault?
Or is it yours?
I’m afraid
You bury my secrets
No one needs to know
I wipe away your tears
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4. |
Tell Me Lies
03:50
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In this crooked game of chess
My tunnel vision is placing bets
On what will come to confront me
What tragedy's coming up next
Looking through a different lens
While conversations with few good friends
Highlight the scorn up above me
In manners that no one understands
My face would be hard to recognise
Tears and make up stream down from my eyes
Bit my lips to leave and compromise
Tell me lies, tell me lies
Crawling, crawling to the bar
Whispering "you're the biggest of my desires"
Shot and shot, you smoke a lot
Never told you what I've got
Sound of heels, please hurry up
I'll close the door, you'll put the light
Sober thoughts are tipsy words
Hide the truth that I forgot
My face would be hard to recognise
Tears and make up stream down from my eyes
Bit my lips to leave and compromise
Tell me lies, tell me lies
I don't even try to change your mind, to change your life
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