1. |
Tinkerbell
02:42
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Hear that tinkerbell hey
could my whisper sing to me..
Who can be better
no one certain get it all..
ooh my love, there it goes,
for a softly morning brawl..
ooh my love, here it comes,
what a softly morning brawl.
Hear that tinkerbell hey,
could my whisper sing to be..
Who can be better
no one certain get it all..
ooh my love there it goes,
what a softly morning brawl..
ooh my love here it comes,
for a softly morning brawl.
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2. |
One time
03:03
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One time I heard you cry,
one time I knew you entirely,
now the morning is getting cruel
and I think of days
when you and I felt blue.
Time is a plain divine,
at last when I'm filled with wine.
I paint my black dreams with rum,
you're in them somehow
you make me alive at nights.
When I find the way through
I just hear the tears
she cries for each man she survived.
My empty eyes are thin and wild.
Your sweet hands can hold a child.
No more fragance but the trail of our past,
a bitter tale.
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3. |
Afternoon rain
03:04
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4. |
It's cool
01:38
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It's cool and I decide to watch out at the garden.
I feel the dog's state of mind,
he's in tension,
and the trees are difficult to define.
An hour for a drink.
A day will knock like venom.
A month before I breath.
A year before she dies.
It's tuesday I began to return back.
I saw her like a ghost behind the glass,
and a small blue bird was in a kind of beauty dance.
An hour for a line.
Tonight will feel like dust.
A month before I live.
A year before she dies.
And it's autumn and cut by heart
my soul and I see the knives.
Then thursday I decide to walk the road
down to the sea.
And I could hear
your blood
in me.
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5. |
I long
04:35
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I long for issues concerning my love.
What does she expect from life, from this folks.
A self-destruction vision is to share the fruit of love.
From all different angles this could be approached.
I came to find one, to lay down arms.
I long for issues concerning my friends.
They do not pour in place for the rest.
If you can fill a minute by a soul mate in the mist,
no eye shall tell where I'm lying by my grave.
I came to feel one, to lay down arms.
I long for issues regarding myself,
I only yearn for what I'll never have again.
Think goes to feel, going from pain to exist.
Trusting the flames of the world you can keep.
I came to pause death, since I have at least saved your day.
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6. |
Ghost of B.
02:41
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She was born in 1614.
Gray stone castle loved for drowning screams.
Smell of blood through the mazes, on the hill.
Sex medieval torture by a melancholic mirror.
Died around dusk, ignored by everyone.
Proof of the horror made by absolute freedom
for a human being.
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7. |
My mind in the heart
03:16
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8. |
Please tell me
03:03
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Please tell me what you're doing now and for how long
I'll get you as I catch the ford
as I will catch this drink out.
'Cause my eyes still seem to realize
how I see things from your side,
and tell me, what do you hear since you can sense
if there's blood
still running through this veins.
Your memories occupy part
of the way of entry to my heart,
and I see how the whisky sits in the glass,
and the hours speed up
and I look out of the window
with hot
hot
hot
ears.
From both sides, it doesn't take you long to show,
my notes play aloud and my tongue screams,
but my lips you have sealed.
That's why you never heard me
say all that you knew.
I always look at you and I do not move
under the trees up in your dream.
Up on those trees inside your dream.
Just need to look
one minute corner of my book,
you're first to know so,
I don't forget the past
when you feel another gal.
One more down here,
bits one last drink,
my heart beats lower
for I lost my love..
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9. |
The lime of your insides
02:20
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Where we go one, we go all.
Ain't that a likely story wall.
Portraits of tales, a tender wink.
And the winter sun who makes me smile.
Attached to you, I shall get sick.
Remember you, 'The Heart' is quick.
Fruits around my garden, there, you,
among the learning flowers.
The mist in our pain keeps us whipping in one frame.
Tastes like a sensual night to broke the chains.
Through magic circles, to where stone is stone
and my eyes fade away, to get the lime of your insides.
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10. |
Drying in the sun
03:34
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See you from one edge
of the flame to the next.
They would fancy kill me,
dreaming of seeing you again.
But when I see an eager heart
swing from love to the hate to depart.
I'm glad to think
that a girl rocks it,
before the sun takes her behind it.
For many years, a maiden kneeling
with the time, in the form of tears pulling back
and drying in the sun.
She didn't know
to play winter after climbing to grow,
back from summer
without a father.
Just wondering away
from the earth
for some time, to go back,
then starting again.
Back to my love,
the one I need,
the same I killed and let go.
Now I pray to the wounded world.
Quite melodic but yet odd.
For many years, a maiden kneeling
with the time, in the form of masks breaking up
and drying in the run.
Living slaying fun.
Now I feel those days to be pesky.
Long days, pink drops of whisky.
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11. |
Life in the Highlands
02:14
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12. |
Behind the torment
03:24
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Brave, he states,
yesterday.
I'll take another sip of love while I
fade out myself.
The skin has come right away to be a thrill.
Wrong sound to me.
And now all you feel is here.
And I, among your way, tough heat.
A cove without a pause in our story,
fairly still.
Wild, she prays.
Everyday.
Along the coast we decide to frame in privacy.
Acrobats pass the keys on little dance,
they burn the feel.
Hours that burn our hands in time.
The sun explodes,
she needs the whole deep sky.
and colors leave..
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13. |
True love of my life
02:40
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I'm sorry, the only true love of my life,
if I can't have you, sweetest thing is death.
I am a nineteenth-century romantic,
I can't help but love someone to the grave.
You are and will be my only eternal love.
You've made me feel the most special in this world.
I have never felt happier and more full of life
than I feel with you.
You have given me everything,
from the greatest happiness to the greatest suffering.
I love you as I've never loved anyone
in my life.
If I don't get out of this, I hope to get you back
and have you as a friend.
I also want to say 'hi' to my family
and tell them that I'm not working well.
That it is nobody's fault, but mine.
I love you all with my head and my heart,
but I was born naive and weak in a world
made for ambitious folks who run over the "loving ones".
I stay with the love of all those who loved me
and I apologize for all my faults.
Dead I will be happy.
A kiss.
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