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Diamond Loins
07:40
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Beautiful
Magical
She's Terrible
But not enough control
Diamond loins and beyonds
Melt my brain again
Lord she's insane
Beautiful
Magical
She's terrible
But not enough control
Crystal eyes as a gun
Melt my heart again
She's not a blame
Sublime on
Riding on
Cynical
Sweating off her bones
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Five Waves
06:45
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O.P.C
07:32
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Where in nowhere
Have you been
To find the ceiling
Of your dreams
Gaze at blaze
Of your soul
Find your devil
In your coal
Sink in the hall
Walk down my doll
Scroll trough your goals
Crawl in the crowd
The brown suger left the shell of
What you thought it'd never end.
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Opal
06:21
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The concrete, hot and mellow
Leads your whill beneath your wheels
Behind the miles resides
The gate to the meaning of life
Long and thin the road
Reveals the unseen
Your heart declined to find
The line to your beautiful smile
Through the wood, into the hood,
there's no rule, to feel the good in you
The sun goes down in your attic,
Time to sleep, your eye is spinning.
"J'essaie de ressentir les effets de la route sur mon corps"
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Thunder Stone
04:40
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Riding on with my devil
Crashing all your doors
Not a single cop can catch me
Not a damn monk can trick me
Like a stone called mama
Like a mama cold as a stone
I never look back in my mirror
'Cause my devil is riding too
Down to the gate of hell
I'm knocking at the door
This little boy came to me and said
"Welcome home"
Ohh look at my finger
This is not my home
I'm going back to my business
'Cause they call me Mama
And I'm cold as a stone.
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6. |
Serials & Flags
03:49
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Some of them are more or less free
Shattering the windows to whisper their goals
Secretly alone in a sea of shit
Sittig like a shadow in nowhere
Sheep of the big farm that feeds you
Snake seaking for something to fear you.
Sick soul sending signals besides the crowd
Showing the fake power you think you have
Simple question for some of us
Now your TV's on and your answer is dust
Shabby creature whithout a will
Your helmet is to thick to feel.
Colors and clothes of a target choice
Serials and flags as a name of yours
Search in your own ass to find your fortune
Ours are busy to reach the moon
Shun to look in the deep of your eyes
Cause the fear in your barrel can't bit my bearing
Gas for you Gasoline for them
The face to face is on and the result is lame
Can't you see the shitty puppet you are
Threads are so thick that you can bring in your car
Sharps words today for sharps swords later
Don't forget you're dealing with an infinite labor.
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