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A Dad and his Son
04:39
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for years I watched you from afar always terrified
you were the smartest kid, the first one that learned how to write and read.
that one that wrote scripts while he was sick at home
the first one that understood that there's no life without love.
are you wasting your life, son?
I've tried to be the best human being in a world of wolves
always locked between four walls doing what I was meant to do
wasting my money on drugs in a self destructive race
I think this might be the first thing where I will fucking end on the top
am I wasting my life dad?
A dad and his son
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Lungs Provide
03:29
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smoking dirty cigarettes while it's fucking raining
just give this guy three hooray. Free hugs for the sinner.
All these songs are fever bliss, I feel just like Carver,
writing about someone else, hiding on the corner
Borders are just in your head, we speak different language
in a minute you will fly away, there's something cool on your smartphone
something that will make your day. Maybe we won't speak to each other
strangers in our own place. Strangers.
let's try to cross the country. Feel the ocean in your lips. Let's try to be alive again
Smoking dirty cigarettes
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Crumbs
02:31
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I've thinking these days, that everything is done. No sign of humanity, This is murderer´s home. Burning by their instict,
Buried by their pride. There's no hope in this circus, so please go fuck yourselves.
There's no hope, just spiders. There's no life, just bank accounts. There's no sign of good behavior, let's just drop blood on the floor.
I hear the voice of reason deep inside my head. . I hear your speech and lessons, solitaire. I've been cutt off, life as a bloodcot.
Murder all the fuckers. Do it from the beginning. Ashes are reigns, no signs of mankind. Empires that fall like dominoes. Rend all your dreams, erase all your brains.
Produce with your hands. never hesitate
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Mark 1
05:06
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it's like a cover of a good old band, it sounds very familiar.
One song that could easily fill your heart.
this one goes to my soulmate
looks like an old portrait left behind
the painting is there but now it means nothing
no one recalls, no one recalls at all
it's just and old song left in a random basement
I enjoyed all my summers, I loved to see your smile
tried some things, tried some ambitions,
buried by this life, buried without a mission.
it's like this fucking place without a bar,
they all found that there was nothing in common
no one recall, no one recalls at all
this will be just like the last anouncement
I enjoyed all winters, sitting by your side.
Reading the same books, watching all those sitcoms
awake all night, together we were safer.
Buried by my faults, killed by your issues
we went on different paths, we had different missions
please turn back, for one last time, but please leave behind all that hate
sing with me, just once again, the songs that made us feel ok
dance with me, one last time, just before it gets too late
come with me, kiss with me, just before the movie ends.
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La SOJA AL, Spain
Colectivo malagueño.
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