1. |
Far From The Tree
02:11
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To me, you’re done
It’s me, your son
Everyone knows that we’re all alike
Stop faking your feelings, you’re feeling alright
Everyone knows you don’t live in a farm
Experiences you never had
To me, you’re done
It’s me, your son
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2. |
Heading South
02:30
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I’m heading South
Trying to gain momentum to get out
And I wonder where is home
‘Cause I really don’t know if this is the way to go
This city is killing
The best of my feelings
My friends
Don’t know me anymore
I have a clouded mind
Future seems so bright from time to time
Trying cutting corners
Never seemed appropriate, boy, stick to your gun
This city is killing
The best of my feelings
My friends
Don’t know me anymore
I wish they could follow
There’s no sure tomorrow
Again
I’m back to where I was
Don’t ever move
I will be back to you
My square one will always be there
This city is killing
The best of my feelings
My friends
Don’t know me anymore
I wish they could follow
There’s no sure tomorrow
Again
I’m back to where I was
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3. |
Congrats!
03:10
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I remember the fire in her eyes
Took a seat and came closer to mine
I recognised her, she said "yes, it’s me”
“I am the devil and I want you to pay me back"
"How did you find me?" I tried to run away
With a whispered threat she forced me to stay
She said "I own you, don't you remember?"
“It’s time to play over my standards”
That dreadful night I paid her drink
“I’m here to make real all of your dreams”
She took a paper and wrote these words
“Congratulations, you just sold your soul”
I woke up in sweat, it was only a dream
Another nightmare, my brain was melting
But I still fear that someday I will
Find a note with her writing
That dreadful night I paid her drink
“I’m here to make real all of your dreams”
She took a paper and wrote these words
“Congratulations, you just sold your soul”
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4. |
Deadweight
03:08
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Write down your wishes
Place them all in line
Tear them down to pieces
And swallow them one by one
Close the windows, darling
Winter’s getting in
Let’s talk about these crosses
You’ve chalked our walls with frames
“Dream” is a word that’s getting out of hand
A desperate song of sorrow
It is not a good place
To lay my broken head, to lay my broken head
Deadweight for the living
Bruises made to last
You said that you were breathing
But hid behind a mask
It could be worse, we could be dead
We’re holding our beath ‘til our lungs burn like hell
“Dream” is a word that’s getting out of hand
A desperate song of sorrow
It is not a good place
To lay my broken head, to lay my broken head
No more bad news ahead
I choose your skin instead
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5. |
Rolling With The Punches
02:47
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Everything is ready, ready for the brawl
Betting tips say I’m losing 1 to 4
The referee is well paid, the cameras all set
Let them get a good shot of the main man
Rolling with the punches
Baby, get here soon
You know that my ego is much bigger than this room
The lights, the chants, the heat, the fame
You’ll never guess, I did it again!
If I could just hold my tongue for a second
For a second
From my corner I see
The money calling me
I started for fun
Now I dream with dollar signs
Rolling with the punches
Baby, get here soon
You know that my ego is much bigger than this room
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6. |
Matthews (interlude)
00:42
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7. |
Something Good
02:47
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Am I now too far, too old?
This path is taking me nowhere
'Cause I ain´t nobody's clown
I'm looking up for something
Something good
Something good
Maybe love is
Overrated, complicated
Look at the sky
Swallow your pride
Don't expect nothing at all
Try not to cry
Feelings aside
Learn to love what is gone
Sometimes it's too hard to face
You are left with nothing
Good times never leave a trace
Still looking up for something
Something good
Something good
Maybe love is
Overrated, complicated
Look at the sky
Swallow your pride
Don't expect nothing at all
Try not to cry
Feelings aside
Learn to love what is gone
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8. |
Magnet For Mistakes
02:38
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Two weeks in a row
I’ve seen, understood, what you’re capable of
and sadly,
Your mind is twisted, you dressed up misfit
your liver is about to fail
I guess that now I’m only
A magnet for mistakes
If I curse my luck I’m sure somehow
It’ll fade away
One more glass of white wine
Won’t solve anything
You diss everyone around
But you know who’s the black sheep here
You know who’s the black sheep here
You know
Your room in that shared apartment
Is a landmark for despair
It has nothing to do with me
Why do I care?
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9. |
Fiction
03:43
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I’ve always had a thing for fiction
I read novels everyday
So far I’ve avoided prescriptions
The salt of the Earth for me
I hope the aliens would take me away with them
Sincerely, my friend, we both know this is the end
My greatest joy and desire
Is to pile them up to the sun
I bet if you set me on fire
I’d start burning at 451
I wish a pirate would take me hostage in a southern island
Sincerely, my friend, we both know this is the end
I’m not the same, though nothing has really changed
I’m not the same, though nothing has really changed
This is the end, oh no
The end of my sanity
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