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You are the morning dew
The little bird who flew
Early from it's nest this Saturday morning
For you, I am eerie glue
You're the little girl who threw the glue
Away to become somebody forgotten
By the river in your face
The sound of waves in your ears
In this process where those sounds
Become tears, blood, spit, and fear
It's hard to tell how deep it goes
How long it floats
But in this age of solitude
You take a guess, moving on
You are my missing shoe
The little bird that flew
Early from its nest this Saturday morning
You, i'll love you all night through
Little girl who threw my shoe
Away to become somebody rotten
We're beggars in the sand
Just kids in a foreign land
Take it from a man
Who do not understand the sound of silent tongues
The air of secret lungs
It cares about your loaded guns
But you do not, you don't care
At all about the air that once was mine
You girl, I love you
I loved you as you flew
Early from my bed this Saturday morning
Hey, you do not love me do you
Little girl who broke my bones
You broke my bones to become somebody new
Somebody forgotten, somebody rotten
Somebody old
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Paradox Personified
02:28
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Franz Ferdinand
Good night to you
Good morning world war
Franz Ferdinand
Your cousin Crown Prince Rudolf
Killed himself
Life was just a parking spot
The universe a parking lot
Rodion Raskolnikov
Don't push your luck
There's blood on the rug
Rodion Raskolnikov
I'm inside your eye
Please, don't say goodbye
The days will fill your lungs with rain
The blood will leave a nasty stain
Mom and Dad
You are the worst kids
That I never had
Mom and Dad
Soon I'll be normal
But then I'll be mad
I'm paradox personified
And so is the world to the left, to the right
Dear Christopher
I thought we were friends
But then you took off
Dear Christopher
I hope that you're well
But you won't see me no more
You threw me down from the roof off your heart
It hurts in my legs and to walk is quite hard
Franz Ferdinand's cat
You are the worst cat
That i never had
Rodion Raskolnikov
I thought we were friends
But then you took off
Life was just a parking spot
The universe a parking lot
The days will fill your lungs with rain
The blood will leave a nasty stain
In your brain, in your brain
On the rug, in your brain
Then we'll hide in plain sight
In my brain, it's not right
Nothing is right, nothing is wrong
In plain sight, in your brain
In your book, in my song
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The Third is the One
02:14
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I've known you before
I've walked through this door
In a smile and in grace
When birds watched my back
Please take me back
To the sea, on a cloud
On a boat into the sunset of your eyes
Of your squeaky gray eyes
The Third will come
The Third is the one
I'll hold your lily-white hand
I'll pull it out of you
With the strength of a horse
I feel no remorse for the dead
When everything is red
But I do when everything is blue
I love you
I am the water
The changing mirror
The predetermined river
In his travel to his sea
If you gaze into the river long enough
You'll see me
You're the sea, almost one
The crystal that changes like fire
A liar and a thief
Something greater than man
I know what you are
I think you know what I am
The middle-age is waiting
For you to take a stand
In the land where sun is king
Where moon is queen
Out of balance for the greater purpose
Of the birth of The Third
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Betrayal of the Lark
03:44
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It's such a shame
Not to have a name
Such a disgrace
Not to have a face
But i don't care about shame
When everything's the same
Anytime
My arms are open for you
If you want them to be
Anywhere
I don't care where
Through any kinds of rain
I'd give you any coat of mine
Anywhere, anytime
Sit yourself down
On the ground
The ground is made of you and me
Gaze into the night sky
You and i, the flower and the fly
Our love turned into melody
I'm a bee, I'm a bunny
Can't you see
It's a mistake
Not to have a steak
It's such a drag
Not to have a six-pack
But i don't care about that
I don't care about my hair anymore
Morning dew
I love you
She's in the dew
She's in a faraway town
Small-town gore
Give me some more
It's in the blood
That floats through the streets
A cure as pure
As your actions
Of innocence
Out of reach
Beyond the trees
Hollow faces, traces of life in the dark
Betrayal of the lark
All it stole
From my past
And planted in my future
Like a surgeon with a suture
And left me five stitches in my heart
It's such a shame
Not to have a name
Such a disgrace
Not to have a face
But I don't care about shame
When everything the same
It's such a mistake
Not to be a fade
It's such a drag
Not to have a six-pack
But let me tell you, I don't care
I don't care about my hair anymore
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Here come the junkie wives
Silent looks, distorted lives
The holy bell goes on
The same sad song
All-day long
They sit and watch TV
What's on the screen, they'll never see
She's so alone
In the bank, she takes a loan
So she can buy herself a nice, pretty, home
They move just like the thieves
They fall just like the leaves
And then; forgotten, in the ground
Like the tiniest sound
In a small cold town
One single syllable
Could be enough to kill it all
But who, who talks, dares to kill?
Only the ill can kill
Only the ill can't talk
I think I'll take a walk
Down my dark and lonely path
When i get home I'll take a bath
To wash away the madness from my mind
Who knows what I will find?
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6. |
Gone with the Waves
03:52
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Gone with the waves
Trapped in a wish
Gone with the waves
The sea is my home now
The cold thin air
It's always there
Told with a smile
My tears danced excited
Around your breasts
Swollen you touched me
Tickling hands
So soft thighs
Sail with me
Thin crusts of ice
Is coating our
Love-staled mouths
Baby, let's go south
The thick warm air
It's always there
Gone with the wish
So trapped in the waves
Gone with the wish
We can't go nowhere at all
Either way we fall
But not so safe in love
Sail with me
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Gäy Copenhagen, Denmark
We're Gäy
Asger Overgaard
Tobias Williamson
Jonas Thetmark
Christopher Flindt-Larsen
Patrick Rathbun
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