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This might be the Year
02:57
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I know every street in this goddamn town
I know every face that’s coming round
Tell me your story – I heard ‘em all
Yeah, who’s next your’re gonna maul?
Every window knows my name
People bitch, and I’m defamed
Give me a cup of that Indian’s coffee
He’s seen the bohemia come with ever more glee
Every corner means a heartbreak
Every ally is full of snakes
They say our little town
It is cursed cursed cursed cursed
This might be the year I disappear
This might be the year I disappear
Oh, I walk through my lines of life
The streets of my childhood leave me blind
I call the cunts I didn’t fuck
Nr. 13 it brought me no luck
They say our little town is cursed
That here’s best is there’s worst
Yet I know I can piss off
This time I’m true
This ain’t no bluff
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2. |
Run | Hotel
03:14
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Won’t you leave?
Won’t you leave?
Your hometown
Won’t you leave?
Won’t you leave?
Your hometown
The place you grow up in
It ain’t your home
When it holds you down
Holds you down
Where the streets scream your name
But they don’t your soul
Though give it all
Gave it all
Hell you better
You better run
Yeah you better
Better run
Remember that
Remember what
Mom told you
Remember that
Remember what
Daddy told you
The big lights you love they may delude your heart
So be on your guard
Please be on your guard
But I know our place is haunted
It tortures your will
And it’s packed with taunters
All those taunters
Yeah you better
You better run – Son
Hell you better
You better run…
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3. |
We danced...
04:16
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She asked me to write a blissful song
I don’t know how to do it
Hope I don’t do it wrong
So I think about these nights
When we were so alive
You know those ones all pissed and high
Oh, we were so young and beautiful
We were desperate and lost
Just goddamn fools
Oh those nights – when we would
Yeah we’d dance the nights away
Oh we danced our minds away
And we’d sing the songs we loved
Yeah we’d sing – the songs we loved
One day I know I’ll lie next to you
At least I hope it’s not too soon
Cause I can’t close my eyes
No, I can’t close my eyes. No, I can’t close my eyes!
Can’t close them yet, can’t close them yet
It took me years to write these lines
It’ll take my death to forget the crying
Oh she asked me to write a blissful song
I know I did it all so wrong
But I sing this song for you my friend
I’m gonna sing until the end
So I think about these nights when we were so alive
You know those ones all pissed and high
Oh, we were so young and beautiful
We were desperate and lost
Just goddamn fools
Oh those nights – when we would
Oh we’d dance the nights away
Yeah, we’d dance our minds away
And we’d sing the songs we’d love.
Yeah, we’d sing the songs we loved
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4. |
Oh My Darling
04:32
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Oh My Darling I must confess
It’s getting colder and colder
I am freezing from a crack in the window
To the sound of my breaking heart
When you were my baby
My bed wasn’t cold
Against the monsters underneath we took an oath
But now I’m standing alone by the station
Watching the trains go wherever the hell may go
And my heart is growing old
Without your amazing soul
Well I, I miss your grace
In my hours of darkness
When I forget how to breath
I learn how to scream
No, I don’t care any longer
Where my soul will flow
Cause the nights are too fucking lonely
And my days are too goddamn bright
I tell the sun to call it a day
Cause without her light only burns like hell
And my heart is growing old
Without your amazing soul
Well I, I miss your grace
In my hours of darkness
When I forget how to breath
I learn how to scream
Oh My Darling
Please walk by my side
And hold my heart till the end of time
You don’t need to love me
Just tell me lies
Cause you’re the one
I’ll always believe
And if you can’t
I’ll understand
Just one more little thing:
Then please cut my throat
And let me bleed out
Let me run dry
At least the last thing I see are your –
Your eyes.
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5. |
Sweet Innocence
02:56
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6. |
Love Song to the Dead
03:26
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Let’s praise our fathers
Let’s praise our brothers
Born to die
Like you and I
A song for our mothers
For a baby’s cries
Lost forever
In eternal skies
Grant me one more love song
That I’ll sing to the Dead
Oh grant me one more love song
That I’ll sing to the Dead
Let’s praise our lives
Let’s praise the time
That it gave
From cradle to grave
As life is moments
That are forks in the road
It’s your will
Against the nil
Grant me one more love song
That I’ll sing to the Dead
A new hymn for the new man under a lone sun
Grant me one more love song that I’ll sing to the Dead
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7. |
The World's the Same
03:49
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What has changed
Tell me what has changed
That makes us so confused
What has changed
Sing me what has changed
That tells us to feel empty
What has changed?
The meaning has not
But we don’t seem to find it
The World’s the same
It is the same
There’s only less in it
We have lost our senses to make
A sense of what there is
That which is
Has always been
But we don’t seem to grasp it
I tell you
The World’s the same
It is the same
There’s only less in it
Overcome, now overcome
All what you believe
Overcome, now overcome
All what you longed for.
What has changed?
What has changed?
I tell you –
Everything…
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