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I am not the blindest man you know,
I can see the great sun shine on the rivers below
Fourteen million covered eyes may know
That seven ain’t heaven, oh no
Once my trusted friend but now my foe
Time was on your hands but then you let go
I am only watching
I am only learning
Tables of time will be turning around
I am only watching
I am only learning
Tables of time will be turning around
Give me your time
Give me your time
Give me your time
Give me your,
Dancing around this thing won’t save your soul
Eventually you’ll collapse and I will grow
Despite all your hunger I will grow
Well I am not the blindest man you know
I have seen the vultures rise
And all your heroes head home
Fourteen million alibis to show
That seven ain’t heaven oh no
Give me your time
Give me your time
Give me your time
Give me your
On with the fire
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Ghost
02:54
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Well, I can always laugh,
When your pulling a stunt
When your on the hunt
For blood
Your taking all they got now
Just when they need it the most
Think they’ve seen a ghost
Coming back from the dead
You cry for retribution
but the very next day
You try to make them all pay
For what?
I am in the middle of a whole new thought
If no one begs to differ
I’ll just wait it out
Waiting for a winner who’ll connect the dots
I dream on
Now we’re in the middle of the golden years
Waiting for the message and the way it clears
Catching every phrase while the words are gone
I hold on
Pretending to be royal
King without a crown
Slowly tumbling down
You’re a sucker for dust
Keeping all my wrong thoughts
Well at bay
Cause I’m planning to stay
Just a little bit longer,
Just a little bit, just a little
I am in the middle of a whole new thought
If no one begs to differ
I’ll just wait it out
Waiting for a winner who’ll connect the dots
I dream on
Now we’re in the middle of the golden years
Waiting for the message and the way it clears
Catching every phrase while the words are gone
I hold on
I am in the middle of the great cruisade
Looking at the winners and the way they play
If no one wants an answer then I’ll guess it’s done
I hold on
Now we’re in the middle of the golden years
Waiting for the message and the way it clears
Catching every phrase while the words are gone
I hold on
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Neon
03:10
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All alone
In the middle of the night
And we’re walking home
But not to bed,
We walk on by
Empty cars, as the neon signs they light our paths
And i
I feel mighty fine, but I know
That it’s just the wine
And I see that you feel the same
Yeah your glad, oh so glad that I came
Yeah you blow, oh you blow my mind
And your mind yeah it blows my brains
And our greed, yes our greed is sane
But the lie, yeah this lie is an ache
Now it’s the
End of the week and it’s getting late
Whole place is packed and I’m in a state
I look for you in your usual spot
Pretend to be stumbling by while you know I’m not
And i
I feel oh so swell, and I know that you do as well
Yeah we, we both feel the same
Yeah your glad
Oh so glad that we came
Yeah you blow, oh you blow my mind
And your mind, yeah it blows my brains
And our greed, yes our greed is sane
But the lie, yeah this lies an ache
How it aches in the middle of the night
When I’m going home and your out of sight
The street’s asleep and the lonely dwell,
The poison sinks and I’ve lost the spell
When we’re sober this will be over
We’ve had our hours of playing cowards
Yeah come the morrow,
The tongues we borrowed will all be cut and washed away
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So Long See Ya
02:32
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Stepping out of the parade again,
and I don’t feel a thing
I know your making your on way again ,
and I don’t feel a thing
I know your feeling bad about the fact that
I never bring,
Home something, something good
Heard your working on his case again,
And yeah your falling right in line
Tracing all of my complaints again
And I’m trying to comply
Well,
I don’t feel you anymore
I don’t feel anything
Not anymore
So long, see ya
So long, see ya
So long, see ya
So long, see ya
Troublemaker is on his way again
And he doesn’t feel a thing
I know your making your restraints again
And you don’t feel a thing
I don’t feel you anymore
I don’t feel anything
Not anymore
We’ve been hiding under different banners
(we’ve been hiding under different banners)
There’s no running from the latest news
(read the paper if you like the blues)
All you want is just another showdown
(all you wanted was another showdown)
Honey I ain’t got nothing left to lose
So long, see ya
So long, see ya
So long, see ya
So long, see ya
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Waltzburg Nijmegen, Netherlands
Quirky and melodic upbeat indie, written by a pessimistic bedroom producer and brought to life together with his best friends.
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