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06
03:49
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Hysteric flowers, synthetic lies.
Boys in large clothings, don’t start this fight.
I won’t take part in a cause that’s not mine
This salt water is not a good place to drown
And I feel down, and I feel sick of this place
Sick of the ground where this was rooted
It won’t get better until 06
It won’t get better until 06
The bar is empty, the guys are gone
They’re closed in basements where they don’t belong
Remembering summers, with nothing to do
At least we were free, the sky was deep blue
And I feel down, and I feel sick of this place
Sick of the ground where this was rooted
It won’t get better until 06
It won’t get better until 06
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2. |
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I was the one who came late
I was the one who crossed the line of being hopeless
I’ve always tried to be the best
But the best was too far from my range
Goodbyes always give different points of view
But you’ll never be as good as I am
Distance makes me mad, but that’s the fine part
I’ve never been on the right way
I’ve never been on the right way
You try to manipulate my mind
But my choices will always be mine
You can’t stop what I started
You can’t be on every wall of this room
Just disappear and make this real
Just disappear and make this real
Just disappear and make this real
Just disappear and make this real
Goodbyes always give different points of view
But you’ll never be as good as I am
Distance makes me mad, but that’s the fine part
I’ve never been on the right way
I’ve never been on the right way
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3. |
Time
02:28
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I've been trying to figure out
All the things that you told me about
All the pieces, every thought
Every small stone that you dropped around
Every advise that you gave me right
Cause I will never forget the smile you gave me
Over the bed where we were sleeping
The time, the time makes past pass by
The time, the time, the time.
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4. |
The Price I Paid
03:07
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Hey I just wanted to say
how beautiful you are
In my mind I hope that you can see
how lovely you are
Hey I just wanted to say
that you're so beautiful in your way
I love your eyes
I love your smile
But more than everything, you make me cry
So now I'm trying to find my way back home to you
I love your eyes
I love your smile
But more than everything, you make me cry
So now I'm trying to find my way back home to you
I love your eyes
I love your smile
But more than everything, you make me cry
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5. |
First to Last
03:44
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It’s getting worse and worse
I’m not gonna make it to the end of this long week
Because I’m weak and cheap
I see you all, my friends
You’re so happy and free
And I’m still stuck behind this door without the key
I guess from first to last
I will find the paths that can bring me to you
Outside of this big mess
I hope you can help, cause this one is my last chance
I hope I will rest after doing my best
I’m digging my grave
I always find myself into the irony
Of my cursed heart
so baby, drop your guns
And tell me when you’ll be ready
I’ll tell you why I can’t find my way back home these warm nights
I see you all, my friends
You’re so happy and free
And I’m still stuck behind this door without the key
I guess from first to last
I will find the paths that can bring me to you
Outside of this big mess
I hope you can help, cause this one is my last chance
I hope I will rest after giving my best
I’m digging my grave
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Poets Were Wrong Lombardy, Italy
Four friends and a practice room, since 2013.
Cremona, Italy
Emo/Alternative
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