1. |
Idle Lane
02:40
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Leaving, with no place to go
roaming an empty road
it's a long ride, that doesn't lead to home
I'm leaving, and just for you to know
Don't bother to save a seat for me
So passing time
trough this country lane
it's only a bit too cold and all looks the same
you are alone when the only sound
is the one that your feet make on the ground.
Don't bother to save a seat for me
i'm just ok right where i am
don't bother to save a seat for me
it's just the same all over again
Take a good look at
everything around
are someone else's feet that make that sound?
Take a good look at
everything around
are someone else's feet that make that sound?
or is it just the same for you as well?
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2. |
Hello!
02:23
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When you go out, pocket full of dreams, then you realize you got a hole in your jeans
Hello,hello,hello
Then a shiver runs down your spine, but the first thing you think about is smile
Hello ,hello,hello
And say Hello hello hello
You can use my lips as a drape
when i will barely remeber your taste
Hello,hello,hello
When we met upon your bed
the last things i've quietly said was
Hello,hello,hello
I just said Hello,hello,hello
I said nothing more than hello, hello
Shhh cause i think in here we're not alone yeah
shhh cause i think in here we're not alone
shhh cause i think in here we're not alone yeah
shhh cause i think in here we're not
Alone,alone,alone
we're not alone alone alone
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3. |
North
02:57
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It's a sweet feeling watch the clouds in the sky
it's just like they knew how to forget about the time
I'll go East, I'll go West,
in the end I'll go South
every thought you've forget I had locked in my mouth
and I tried and I try,I'll try everyday
I know I'll be ok, like a moth to a flame
It's a sweet feeling watch your face in the sky
I bet you too know how to forget about the time
I'll go East, I'll go West,
in the end I'll go South
every thought you've forget I had locked in my mouth
and I tried and I try,I'll try everyday
I know I'll be ok, like a moth to a flame
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4. |
The White
03:42
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Dance now baby, 'til you hurt your feet
don't let me wait alone and
dance now baby, yeah dance over me
You read between the lines
exactly where I live
your shadow always coming after you
but mine is still right here
Can you pull through the night,
with a marlboro light?
'cause you know I'll chew you right through the bone
only to see the white
Even your mother doesn't think that you're special
even your father doesn't think that you're special
even the preacher doesn't think that you're special
neither do I believe to be special
So come on
You forgot that you have
to dig to find something
'cause on the surface there is nothing, love
nothing for you and for me
Can you pull through the night,
with a marlboro light?
'cause you know I'll chew you right through the bone
only to see the white
Even your mother doesn't think that you're special
even your father doesn't think that you're special
even the preacher doesn't think that you're special
neither do I believe to be special
So come on
Dance now baby, 'til you hurt your feet
don't let me wait alone and
dance now baby, yeah dance over me
Don't let me wait so come on, come on, come on, don't let me wait alone
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