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Letter
03:38
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As if you just fell in with those who look down their nose
and I can't stand to hear his prosing, again.
It's so antithetical. Completely unpoetic, extensively, pretentiously - No.
Oh and I don't wanna be the fool... Oh and I don't wanna lose my cool,
but the way his face twists, when he smiles, it's offensive.
I could try to pretend that it doesn't bother me but by the time the night's ended, I could probably have found a way to forget about him. There's a better way without him anyway.
I struggle to breathe, unless I'm smoking.
The difference between his 'joking' and provoking - I'm hoping I notice.
It's not my fault that he makes me so uncomfortable and it's not my fault that he thinks he's so above us all.
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Prisoner
03:28
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Wrenching at my heart.
Oh, where do I start?
I suppose, you know, some might call it art?
Flashbacks, like a movie scene, each time, triggered by familiar
surroundings.
Streams run over my skin, where do I begin?
How can I ever hide from something that's within?
I can't escape from this feeling inside and I can't find my footing,
lost inside my mind.
In a vast empty space, I've really lost my way.
Deserted and decayed.
And I can't see your face, oh why'd you go away?
I always wish you stayed, yeah I wish- forever.
I can't escape from this feeling inside and I can't find my footing,
lost inside my mind.
It feels like I'm surrounded, I'm not sure I'll survive.
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Angels
04:27
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'Come on then, I'll let you back in. Once again, you win.'
There it goes, I've found my vice and yeah I know - it's eating me alive.
I need you surrounding me.
Gotta give it up, now.
Give it up.
You're always bleeding out for me, unconditionally loving me.
I'd soak my wings in fire for what you and I believe.
Your skin will always feel the same, you'll always feel pain.
Once again, my mind shot into the space between.
I need you surrounding me.
Gotta give it up now.
Give it up.
You're always bleeding out for me, unconditionally loving me.
I'd soak my wings in fire for what you and I believe.
I'm encouraging you with the coloured in truth.
Once you were smothered in bloom, now where's the colour in you?
I see your mother in you and the trouble she knew and I know you're scared, oh dear, beloved
you... but neither brother knew, what the other should do.
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Never
04:05
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What happened to family? What happened to us, to love?
And yeah man - when I last saw you, I could tell you'd lost your buzz, your touch.
And if I'd been there more, do you think there's something I could've done? Or was it all gone?
I never thought I'd see you go.
Why?
Never thought I'd see you go.
I hate the fact you let that shit feed.
I hate that it made you question your own beliefs.
I hate it, must've been so hard.
I hate that my forecast never showed weather that bad.
I hate it.
I hate the fact I almost caught you drifting away.
I never thought I'd see you go.
Never thought I'd see you go.
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5. |
Miami Sharks
03:44
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What if I told you: 'I only ever wanted love' ?
I really tried but this is so much easier said, than done.
It's love, right from the start.
Actions, follow my heart-I spilled it in my car and I fell asleep in your arms, dreamt of us, a million nights together but still as dreams, they remain.
Lights flash past as hearts beat fast, you don't need your coat, only your soul.
Honestly, I never meant some of those things I almost said.
I was tryna find my head but I found myself, lost in your bed.
I've never really come to terms with why suddenly 'my everything' changed.
Lights flash past as hearts beat fast, you don't need your coat, only your soul.
Life can't catch us, we're too high and we won't come down, not tonight.
Our youth is a dream, that we cling onto so desperately.
I've got an eye for your eyes, you could swallow me whole, tonight.
You move like colour, dancing through the lights, take me home tonight.
Another night, drenched in chemicals, another line.
Oh, I want you more than our eyes are wide.
Oh, who who needs drugs, tonight?
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Golden
05:01
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...and I'm open wide,
And I broke the ties.
And the weight of regret- lessened now.
My hopes are high
and my dreams are set in stone.
I'm sticking to the plan, nothing's gonna shake my steady hands.
And I've been away, I always know the road'll bring me back.
Someone sent an angel,
I never got her name.
Someone sent an angel and she told me my fate.
I'll be waitin in the light and I'll be golden
I'll be golden for ya.
Babe, just turn in your bright lights and follow the signs.
This is what I'm thinking, let it sink in.
"Yeah, we came here to conquer"
Get this feeling
Hit the ceiling
I know how we've gotta play it now,
It's under control, I've got no doubts.
You must have watched me turn out all the light, I was working in the dark but now you see the fire glow.
Glow...
Goin' all the way, ooh baby, are you with me?
I'll be waitin in the light and I'll be golden
I'll be golden for ya.
Babe, just turn in your bright lights and follow the signs.
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Tahoe Paris, France
Founded early January 2013 in Paris, Tahoe is a 5 piece Alternative Rock band. Moved by a true and sincere love for music and the willingness to standout from a crowded scene. The band delivers very dynamic songs that go from raging violence, catchy choruses to ambiant/electronic atmospheres. ... more
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