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I don't want to be alone
I climb mountains
Walk trough rivers
Over hedge and ditch
To be elsewhere tonight
When this place is empty
My shadow's a boring sight
Just burns my eyes
Turn off the lights
Sound of death surrounds me
Hard to go alone
Against this life
My fucked up life
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From tonight I don't believe in love
People are so mean, relations rot
Those who I know are nearly dying
Cling to someone they just fight with
Can not kill
My goddamn disgust
From tonight I don't believe in love
What you did to me is so fucked up
Of course spark, flame and fire
Those could get us so much higher
But it's rotting meat
Stinking in my bed
From tonight I don't believe in love
What I did to you is so fucked up
Cause tonight we fuckin' killed it
Like it never really existed
And you just say
You say there's nothing wrong
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Art gallery (indexpunk)
01:27
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In the heart of the city
On stages of deserted bars
Music full of feelings
Sure these kids are full of toughts
But they just cried
They cried all night
Because
Nobody ever cares about this
When some irritating schoolkids
Kept dreaming on their sleepless nigths
Creating boring shit called art
So they just cried
They curse the system
They're against all politicians
They talk 'bout things that
Nobody ever talked about
Nobody ever cares about this
When some irritating schoolkids
Kept dreaming on their sleepless nigths
Creating boring shit called art
But they wont cry
As their savior comes
Cause their savior cares
It's left wing press
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4. |
You're No Fun Any More
00:51
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Today it's sweet
Nazis eat ice cream
And they draw unicorns and stars
Dropped my weapons
Cause it's the time when
I confute myself, not hating everyone
Cause I think it's lovely
When only feelings guide me
So I get ugly
I let my feelings lead me astray
Cause I don't need this
You can't fuck me up tonight
Today it's sweet nazis eat shit!
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Working-class playwright
01:27
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Again I'm broken
What did I guess
How will it end
Like always
Say I need luck
There is no such thing as luck
When will I learn
To save my life
It's me who's fucked up
Like always
Head on bar counter
Hands on the glass
I laugh my ass off when friends say I only need luck
They keep believing that these things are accidental
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6. |
Strangers in the night
01:31
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I'm going home
But not alone
I've got self pity by my side
As my usual guide
And when we're walking home
I know I'm not alone
The sun is rising
Above Ghost City
And I'm walking here, I'm not alone
But not alone
I've got some anger in my eyes
Leftover hardcore pride
And when we're walking home
I know I'm not alone
I'm going home
But not alone
I've got ten beers
Eating my mind
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7. |
Falling From Building
01:48
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Perfect time for thinking
The sky reflects our city's lights
And everything seems so calm
As I'm watching orange clouds
I think I'm doing fine right now
The days are getting colder
And I think it's over now
Without somewhere to turn
I'm only trying to survive
I think I'm doing fine right now
Once you felt you have got it
You earned a chance for a freefall to nothing
Perfect time for falling
Try to close my empty eyes
And everything seems so calm
As I am waiting for change to come
I think I'm doing fine right now
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Ian Curtis is dead
He killed himself
He might have realized his band is not punk enough
And that his wife is not pretty
In the movie she is, but come on, It’s only a movie
Everyone is pretty in movies
Fuck, I hate Hollywood...
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