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MEdia
03:09
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We and media ideas disagree easily.
Deceiving us, distrust, but they cannot change one thing:
They can’t make up your mind for you!
Media ideas disagree frequently.
Anonymous politics, but still cannot change one thing, yeah:
They can’t make up your mind for you!
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2. |
Jones
03:23
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A night wind blows through:
Check your watch, it’s only two in the afternoon.
You feel it coming, so close —
It’s always there, it’s always here,
Too soon.
And you know it’s here to stay,
And you know it’s here to stay.
Open your lungs and come away,
Open your lungs and come away.
A bank account on the corner:
Look around, it’s safe and sound to wait a little longer.
You feel it creeping, right now —
You look at him, he looks at you,
The last thing he sees.
And you know it’s here to stay,
And you know it’s here to stay.
Open your mind and come away,
Open your mind and come away.
A fine lover from the past:
Fake a smile, it’s been a while, and she needs it fast.
You feel it tearing you down —
You got the glue, she needs it too,
Trying not to crash.
And you know it’s here to stay,
And you know it’s here to stay.
Open your mouth and come away,
Open your mouth and come away.
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3. |
DisClosure
04:18
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Come on back as you were before,
While the history stands there ignored.
You are young – let your life begin,
While you forget the taste of my skin.
I’ve said it before,
But I will say it again.
The past is too hard to ignore,
And that’s why I can’t be your friend.
Because it comes back, it comes back to haunt you.
And when it’s done, can’t say I haven’t tried.
Who are you?
Who are you to say what I’ve done, and who I am,
And what I continue to be?
You really don’t know who I am,
And you probably can’t even give a damn.
To say I deserve so much more,
Yet turn around and call me a whore.
I’ve said it before,
But I will say it again, and again, and again, and again.
The past is just too hard for you to ignore,
And that’s why it has to come to an end.
And then it comes back, it comes back to haunt you.
And when we’re done, can’t say that you have tried.
Who are you?
Who are you to say what I’ve done, and who I am,
And what I continue to be?
And it comes back, it comes back to haunt you.
And it’s too bad, too bad you can’t see me anymore.
You can’t see me anymore.
You can’t see me.
You can’t see.
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4. |
38 Onlookers
04:14
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Burnt-out, tears rolling down his cheeks as he approaches the station.
He needs to be with the girl he thought was his world.
She stares blankly at his hair: unkempt and unshaven and treated with no care.
She says:
“You’re so different, unstable and logically unable. I can’t do this no more!”
He says:
“Hold on baby, nothin’ ever comes easy. But I know that you’ll remember that.”
But she says:
“Not now maybe, this is all too much lately. Just give yourself time to come around.
And you’ll be fine.”
Burn-Out is holding on to the only thing left on his mind.
He’s blinding his eyes away from her flame, but he still cannot surrender her name.
But who’s to blame?
Yet he stays the same, prays to St. Germaine, acting out of line, getting into his 9 to 5 crime.
And she’s still there, she is everywhere,
But now he feels so alone as the crowd stares and his brain tears.
He says:
“Hold on baby, nothin’ ever comes easy. But I thought you would remember that my love.”
But the crowd says:
“Not now maybe, this is getting too crazy. Just give her some time to come around.
And you’ll be fine.”
He collapses, the 38 onlookers ignoring his every word.
As if he wasn’t low before — now he’s loaded and can’t seem to be heard!
He’s poisoned every minute, every hour, every day without her help, but who’s the one to sin?
Is it his habit or her heart that’s the victim, or is it the crowd who does nothing but stare at him?
They just stare, they just stare.
They don’t care, they don’t care.
They don’t care at all, they don’t care, they just stare.
They don’t care at all, they don’t care, they just stare.
They just stare, they just stare.
They don’t care, they don’t care.
They don’t care at all, they don’t care, they just stare.
They don’t care at all, they don’t care, they just stare.
He said:
“Hold on baby, nothin’ ever comes easy.” And the end did not come easily for him.
The crowd says:
“Not now maybe, he probably doesn’t need saving. Just give someone time to come around.
And he’ll be fine.”
They just stare, they just stare.
They don’t care, they don’t care.
They don’t care at all, they don’t care, they just stare.
They don’t care at all, they don’t care, they just stare.
They just stare, they just stare.
They don’t care, they don’t care.
They don’t care at all, they don’t care, they just stare.
They don’t care at all, they don’t care, they just stare.
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5. |
Akzident
02:59
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It’s hard to describe just what you’ve done to your life.
You can’t put a finger on just what
It’s gonna change and make you feel.
How many times do you have to fall,
Just to realize there was no wall
Between you and chance to lose it all?
How many times do you have to fall to lose it all?
Just to lose it all?
(I got a question for you:
What do you think you gotta have to do to make
Sure this doesn’t happen to you again, again, again?)
You’re gonna make sure that you have a life beyond your prime,
And put yourself first this time.
You’re gonna grow and make a change
To guarantee the time that you got left.
(Gotta make sure that the past stays in the past this time,
To make sure everything is alright, alright, alright, alright.)
How many times do you have to fall,
Just to realize there was no wall
Between you and a life you can’t recall?
How many times do you have to fall to lose it all?
Just to lose it all?
(Gotta make sure that the past stays in the past this time,
To make sure everything is alright, alright, alright, alright.)
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6. |
Decades
03:20
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Ten years pass like a blink,
Like a blank page now coated in ink.
Of thought-processes, and of fought lessons.
Of permanent memories – beloved and painful to see.
Ten years pass like it was nothing to bear,
But your hands and your heart understand what you had to fare:
Rare love and ripe loss spread upon your broad cross
That weigh upon your way.
But wouldn’t you say that it was worth it,
And that you’d do it all again?
Wouldn’t you say that you would turn back time,
And relive the moments of your last ten?
Would you recognize how far you’ve come,
And that you wouldn’t change a thing?
Would you say that you should take your time,
And treasure your days before the end?
Ten years born at the start of a lifetime of uncovered art.
Of curious discoveries, and fresh possibilities,
Of untested faith lighting up way of innocent days.
Ten years more, but it is not quite the same:
Tangled webs of games, and bouts of growing pains.
Exposure while older sinks upon
Your shoulders and weighs upon your way.
But wouldn’t you say that it was worth it,
And that you’d do it all again?
Wouldn’t you say that you would turn back time,
And relive the moments of your last ten?
Would you recognize how far you’ve come,
And that you wouldn’t change a thing?
Would you say that you should take your time,
And treasure your days before the end?
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