1. |
Final Cut
04:06
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Always feeling sorry,
Aren’t you fed up with your loyalty?
Could you at least
Shut the fuck up?
You’re so afraid
to play the bad guy
You’ve just thrown away
the best part
of your life in a sigh
CHORUS:
I wanna hear your voice
It’s your turn to have the choice
And they’ll keep their mouth shut
Only if you have the final cut
Stop throwing up
your guts at her feet
And stop treating her
As a princess
Of your vanished dreams
Come on and stand up
On your broken legs
Shout the loudest fuck
You’ve ever said
At their ugly faces
CHORUS x2
You know it ‘ll be long
To clean up the mess
In your flesh and bones
You know fighting
The fate is usless
You’ll have to untie
The forever bond
Until one would die
You guess the scars
Won’t be quickly gone
CHORUS x3
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2. |
To a Non Stop Traveller
04:02
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Come on, I see you’re so tired
But you don’t know how to have a rest
You keep saying you got to lay down
See my open arms and my welcoming chest
CHORUS:
I know I can be so clumsy
I might be sometimes stiff
Got to trust me and you will see
How our two bodies will fit
Come on, close slowly your eyes
Put your hand in the small of my back
Breathe out your worries in a sigh
I keep my leg round your waist and hold you tight
CHORUS
I will calm your sleep-talking
With a healing kiss on your shoulder
In that bed totally naked
I’ll build you a home, my non stop-traveller
CHORUS x2
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3. |
This is Your Turn
04:16
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You first saw her on a poster in the metro
Under what was supposed to be the coolest graffiti
You guessed her face and the name of her band
But not what was happening when you got her cd
Then she came to give a gig in your town
You convinced your friends that’d be the best show ever
You felt the thrill running throughout the crowd
Faces craving a piece of attention from her
Two green shoes bought to a nice old french lady
Showed up out of the blue on the dusty stage
The spotlights flashed, the guitars started playing
As she were stamping her feet in pleasure and rage
As her voice faded away
And the music ended
A new song came in the air
and you knew it was your turn
You tried to write some songs on your own
Picturing her reading your lines over your shoulder
As you were sticking out your tongue in concentration
You learnt word after word how not to worship her
Later on a stool, a rusty mic in your face
You wondered if the drunk crowd would ever shut up
Your legs were shaking and your heart hammering your chest
You figured out the drunk crowd would never shut up
Then you saw her smile on a poster in the street
As you were putting on a good show on that dusty stage
you closed your eyes ignoring people talking
As you were stamping your feet with pleasure and rage
As her voice faded away
And the music ended
A new song came in the air
and you knew it was your turn
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4. |
Last Talk
04:25
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Let’s have a seat
Somewhere on the stairs
In this unlighted street
The place doesn’t matter
I’m gonna talk first
You just have to listen
Won’t ask any answer
I just need to be heard
And my heart is a raw wound
I can’t breathe well
My skin will crack soon
Thin as an eggshell
It will come in a flow
It started twirling in my head
Many many months ago
What’s the proper way to say it?
I may burst into tears
I may act as a weirdo
It may end in a scream
I’m not used to let go
And my heart is a raw wound
I can’t breathe well
My skin will crack soon
Thin as an eggshell
And I can’t tell easily
When I fell in love with you
Was it when we ran after that taxi
Or when you asked me to trust you
And I cling to memories
As if could heal my wounds
But only the days are passing
And I just can’t get over you
It’s time for you to leave
I’ll miss that look in your eyes
We’ll keep in touch on a screen
Fake promise to feel right
For a time I felt special
I do not anymore
Love is enaqual
But we want some more and more
And my heart is a raw wound
I can’t breathe well
My skin will crack soon
Thin as an eggshell
My heart is a raw wound
Of which my feelings ooze
It won’t get better soon
Caus’ stitches can’t soothe
Let’s have a seat
Somewhere on the stairs
In this unlighted street
So you won’t see my pain
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5. |
Behind My Smile
02:02
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Behind my smile
Let me cry a while
I'm not allowed to feel sad
You envy my freedom
I envy your time shared in common
Happiness is built on sacrifices
You have no clue on the other side
Behind my smile
Let me cry a while
I'm not allowed to feel sad
A clean slate, a fresh start,
However you call that part
Needs more courage I could imagine
Now I'm waking up from my dream
Behind my smile
Let me cry a while
I'm not allowed to feel sad
Did it occur to you
Everytime you say "I miss you"
I've to multiply that phrase by hundred
Before all your faces could get blurred
Behind my smile
Let me cry a while
I'm not allowed to feel sad
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