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Nobody's Son
03:10
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I dumped my plastic friends
The tissues and the lighter
The unread books
The wedding bells
The mirror and the stone
The best of all I had
I buried in the garden
To be found again by some odd kid with a shovel and a map
I want to change the world
Future shine a light on me
Will we ever be apart
It's all the same
The battles start again
Future have a walk with me
No we'll never be apart
No I never lost a war
And I won't as long as you keep on breathing
And when the chapter ends
The past's been written on empty pages
By the blood on our hands
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No Number No Name
05:15
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Given the chance you better listen again
To both your head and the echo in your brain
The stains of time disfigure your grace
Your beauty is what it cannot deface
Three seasons' time you put me to the test
And all along I tried to do my best
It's do-or-die, I'm never coming back
But suddenly you went and broke my neck
I'm dancing with my shame
As I'm always trying to recall our lives over and over again
I'm dancing with my shame
As I'm always trying to remember the places
Remember the people we have been
One of us so quickly found release
And one's forgotten what he used to be
It's epidemic, endless, then collapsed
The touch of your skin and your fingertips
Your chest
I label you no number and no name
I'm back at where I started from again
Maybe some day back on the right track ahead
But up to then stuck in apathy and sad
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In For A Kiss
04:12
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Once the storm has passed the willows
I'm okay
Hold each other close but stay so shallow
And not all day
I want to light a spark in the seeming safety of your pitch black mind
I found the opposite of knowing
Don't cry for me now
Cry for me now
Don't cry for me now
You know I'm delicate
I've lost my sense of control
You know I'm desolate
I close my eyes to the scopes you left me with
I'm in for a kiss
It's embarassing to cradle some stranger in my arms
We stumble breathlessly and trembling through the dark
Ring the alarm
Ring the alarm
Something's secure
Ring the alarm
Ring the alarm
Something's so sure
You know I'm wasted
I won't find myself anymore
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Scratches
04:59
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King of deceivers
You are ruling your own world
Whoever's there, you know you won't get hurt
You're coming clean
You're feeding garbage chutes with dirt
And leave a trail of broken hearted jerks
And every time I want to
I can't harm you
You come with me
Wherever I may get to
You're my shadow
Slowly following me
The first coming along is the first falling for you
You like the way no one can see you through
You're not afraid of anything
Your kingdom can't be bruised
I left no scratches on your silver spoons
And every time I can't sleep
You're in my head and madly laughing at me
You're playing with some fire that can't burn you
'Cause you're too cold
But some day you will notice some vicious progress
You're not invincible
There'll be someone that matches
Who's leaving scratches on your silver spoons
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Felicity Died Laughing Trier, Germany
Grunge is dead and so are you. Post-Teenage Angst trifft auf eine ordentliche Schippe Dreck, den leichten Hang zur Melancholie, den Punk im Hinterkopf und den Schalk im Nacken.
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