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Insomnia
03:58
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Paper City
11:04
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No one is gonna hurt you any more
When blood is the only thing that runs through your veins
This city doesn't answer to anyone of us, to anyone of us
Those needles are the last way to escape
We never fit in this place
We've never been so damn far away
Never found a way
Behind these shards I can see
Behind these shards I can see the paper city
Won't you wake up? Won't you wake up when I wake up?
Why don't you wake up? Why don't you wake up when I wake up?
And still I draw the line where we left this life behind
Never fit in this place, never found a way
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Goldfisch
07:48
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Six-hundred days of staring through glass
Water is a silent thing
Too tired to care about leading this hollow life
Spent the day leaving behind
All I've ever known
A sunken ship, that they call home
Is nothing more...
The blurred voice from the radio
It sounds so familiar
If god gave me two feet
So I can walk over broken glass
The bitter taste watching the sun descending
Keeps me wide awake
I must get out of what they call home
It's nothing more...
And you're still asleep while I bid farewell
Though it seems so futile, I will be okay
Just wait a minute to break this thought
And when your world feels small
You will find me there in the water
Have you ever choked on air?
Look at them go, like balloons to the sky
Slowly my breath floats up
But it will never get far and neither do I
Will my dreams burst when I touch the surface
Or will they come true
When I escape of what they call home
It's nothing more...
What they call home is nothing more
Than another déjà vu
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This mechanic cloud cries an ocean
Of screws and gearwheels and cranks
The city is flooded by something born and beloved by us
Oh, machine ... still not feeling home
Thinking slowly, till the current will reach me
Time goes by dull since the mechanism sunk
Deadlock!
Isolation deprives a human of existence
A bolt of lightning would fill his soul with lust
My hands are holding on to the frame
Don't tell me to let go
Something in my head does not add up
Retry, abourt, ignore!
All those numbers just won't satisfy my needs
You installed the virus, I know
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amanaplanaCanalpanama
04:02
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Coal
09:48
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The coal gives me a piece of you
A piece of me needs this certainty
But your face on the faded paper
Black and white, just black and white
It's a pale portrait of you I drew
While you were looking at the docks
I thought the metro was the right place to rest
But too soon you got out and left
The lines I draw resemble perfection
The beauty I desire, you are perfection
It has stolen my affection, became an addiction
Enriched imagination, turned in desperation
The crooked shapes become a whole
Starting over and over again
Every piece of work a piece of gold
A treasure in my sacred land
Thousands of portraits of you I've drawn
All of them without a flaw
Every picture is full of perfect memories
Of you and me in harmony
When I wake tomorrow will you be there?
To take all those sorrows and my despair
When I wake tomorrow you won't be here
I've been chasing your shadow
Now even this disappeared
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If she had known
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Panama Picture Hamburg, Germany
Panama Picture is aiming their big postrock cannon directly at the center of your heart. There, in your emotional core, their universe unfolds with a loud bang and sprays melody-matter into one, rhythm-plasma into another and riff-meteorites in the opposite direction. ... more
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