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Clown
02:13
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I'm tired to play, I make believe, I feel distracted
Even clowns cry and I'm a depressed one
I'm feeling blue
Everything's boring to me
No I can't hide all my troubles just behind one smile
Even clowns cry and I'm a depressed one
I'm feeling blue
Everything's boring to me
I weigh up pros and cons everyday but cowardice prevents to runaway
If you runaway, if you come away, I'll follow you headlong
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Kids
02:46
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I come from mixed blood town
We didn't burn any car
We prefered to play soccer on the supermarket wall
While our moms were cleaning their house
My school friend's parents didn't want to let their kids play with us
Our family trees only had one or two stages at most
So we were mixed blood kids playing inside their stairwell
While our moms were cleaning their house
My school friend's parents didn't want to let their kids play with us
We were well mannered charwoman's kids
We should burn their cars to avenge our moms
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3. |
All Night
02:27
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Pretty Like My Mom
02:49
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Nice to meet you Rachel, you like pretty like my mom
Your brown hair is typical of the early 80s
Sigmund's talking about Oedipus Complex
I'm talking about love
No, I'm not impressed
Just born in the wrong decade without you
She reminds me of my mom, dancing in front of the mirror
Singing out of tune
Totally-totally out of tune
Holding the remote control as a microphone
Mom's a post punk cyclone
No, I'm not impressed
Just born in the wrong decade without you
I found your profile on Facebook, I tried to add you as a friend
I told you I was huge fan of you, Luna Parker, but you never answer
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Blurred
02:17
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I'm holding visors in my hand, cutting parts of photographs
The first few times blurred by my tears
And now there is no way to call him mine
How can I deal with the memories ?
Destroyed by shame and disgust
The first few times, soccers and beers
And now there is no way to call hime mine
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6. |
Stories
02:38
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Your eyes suggest the hottest scenes ans Yelle a walk for is enough
Holding your hand as a naive child
Maybe that's enough
Your eyes are telling stories and blowing my mind
Nothing else matters to me
I hear your voice, I read your words, everything become secondary
You bring me back to my ten years old
Only you can stop my fall
Your eyes are telling stories and blowing my mind
Nothing else matters to me
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7. |
Sandcastle
02:46
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I make posters during the day and I tear them down at night
I'm creating all what I hate
I'm a schizophrenic worker
I don't know why I wake up in the morning
Only coffee hold me up
And I'm such a killjoy
There's no logo for my guiltiness
Anxiety get the upper hand
I will replace love by pills
I throw away my alarm clock
I only have plans for tonight
I don't know why I wake up in the morning
Only coffee hold me up
And I'm such a killjoy
There's no logo for my guiltiness
I'm still building and destroying my own sandcastle
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8. |
Flatline
02:21
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I'm tired and poisoned by my glum daily routine
I'm looking for a reason to stay here
EEG Flatline shows no activity
And my heart, my brain and my mind fall asleep
I'm so fed up so I won't comeback tomorrow
Colleagues plays the challenges I never play their game
Still coating the minutes left, I'm killing time
EEG Flatline shows no activity
And my heart, my brain and my mind fall asleep
I'm so fed up so I won't comeback tomorrow
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9. |
On the Cloud
02:54
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I've checked my phone all night
Waiting for you text me back
Feeling left to myself
You were a candle flame
I couldn't keep out the wind
To blind to deserve you
Hold a space for me on the cloud we shared
Lost and shut-in in my room
I still search for your neck
Your perfume on my sheets
I've not find the right words
There's no happy ending
Cynical life lesson
Hold a space for me on the cloud we shared
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10. |
Stop the Machine
02:38
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City's sleeping this sunday morning
Streets are empty and I walk alone
So I beg to slow down this moment
So I beg silence to carry on
One day a week this no SOS
One thousand reasons not to work
Stop the machine, shut the office door
Stop the race to productivism
Enjoy and listen the silence's breath
Enjoy and take your time to think
One day a week this no SOS
One thousand reasons not to work
All the streets are empty
Feel poetry
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11. |
Paranoid
03:51
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I'm living with an imaginary pain, ghost of my memories
That's what they said with their fakes comforting smiles
One day I'll strangle one
I feel the fire spreading inside
Burning my paper lung
It's like an arrow shooting me in the chest
Hitting randomly
I'm feeling so paranoid
I'm living with an imaginary pain, ghost of my memories
That's what they said with their fakes comforting smiles
One day I'll choke myself
And when it stops me it's like a heart attack
A sword of damocles
I try to argue and to convince myself to clear all in my head
I'm feeling so paranoid
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