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Friday Night
03:59
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Rescue me, I’m lost at all and addiction comes, to break my world
I believe, there’s something more how to get out of, my comfort zone
Flying far, reaching stars, caught in the silence
Working hard, on my myself…
Wasted, wounded, understated, empty, cloudy, going nowhere
Awful, stressed, irritable, nothing yet to come
Friday night, you have arrived and I watch TV, on my sofa
You ask me, I can’t reply cause’ I feel depressed, and don’t know why
Rainy days, where is the light in my inner side, or in the sky
Perfect days, died time ago now I feel myself, trapped in a hole
Flying far, reaching stars, caught in the silence
Working hard, on my myself…
Wasted, wounded, understated, empty, cloudy, going nowhere
Awful, stressed, irritable, nothing yet to come
Run and run, for your life, walk and walk, don’t look back
If you work hard, you earn trust, and if you don’t want that, look for more
You’re not dumb, you know it all, in this life, nothing’s free
Praise and praise, no response, feel your heart, plenty of love
Run and run, for your life, walk and walk, don’t look back
If you work hard, you earn trust, and if you don’t want that, look for more
You’re not dumb, you know it all, in this life, nothing’s free
Praise and praise, no response, feel your heart, plenty of love
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T-Bone
03:56
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One place in the North, where I moved for work
The name is Västerås, it is very cold
I could find, awesome music
Cause in Spain, everything is shit
And one day, I wanted more
I bought one bass, I started to play
I met Topi and T-Bone, we started cover songs, everything began to flow
And our sound, was all pure rock, was all pure rock
One danish-sweed asshole, his name is T-Bone
Surnamed Andersson, he plays amazing drums
This guy has, the biggest balls, our friendship, can transcend all
Playing in, the rehearsal room, I could feel, we had the hook
This song born there, between T-Bone and me, Sweden could match Spain
I had found, a lifetime friend
Honest people, hard nut guys, Scandinavia where ice is fire
T-Bone hard cuts, Topi’s style, Finska Svenska Norska Danska time to shine!
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Vicious Circle Of Pain
03:20
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How to live inside, this dead body
How to understand, this rotten mind
How to drift away, from all this nightmare
Venom in your blood, in your skin and bones
How far, can you runaway?
Until you reach the deepest cliff
To jump, to fall and again to climb
The vicious circle of pain, and again…
How to speak these words, with this inner silence
How I can escape, from the past again
How to watch this life, with bloody eyes
How to feel once more, the forgotten love
How far, can you runaway?
Until you reach the deepest cliff
To jump, to fall and again to climb
The vicious circle of pain, and again…
And again, and again, and again, and again
And again, and again, and again, and again
How far, can you runaway?
Until you reach the deepest cliff
To jump, to fall and again to climb
The vicious circle of pain, and again…
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Dual
04:17
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Paseo por la calle de retazos de mi alma, no hay sangre por mis venas, ni capa ni coraza,
Aun siento como laten las esquirlas de esa bala, con sorna con orgullo y sin piedad ya disparada,
Me frustro y no hallo el fruto de este ahogo triste y mutuo, la llaga enrojece, aún sigo de luto,
No es mío y sólo es tuyo, yo siempre lucho y lucho, y tú te rindes siempre al capricho del fruto
De un jardín del Edén, en el que no quieres entrar, bloqueas todo atisbo de pura felicidad,
No sientes ni padeces ni mereces palideces enrojeces con las heces de tu mundo irreal,
Donde todo va mal, donde una princesa Disney se convierte en un chiste, que juega al despiste,
Te sientes amada, y te vistes de Prada, te dejas conquistar por una cruz gamada,
No hay luz en una estrella que se muere enmascarada, bloqueada noqueada apagada y cegada,
Maldita la impotencia de no poder hacer nada, de que mi supernova muera en un mar de llamas,
Nada puedo hacer, no es dentro de mí, tengo que soltar, creer, sufrir…
La espada de tu amor en mi pecho está clavada, me creo el Rey Arturo pero no puedo sacarla,
Excavo a Excalibur en una vida extinguida, a base de rupturas de cadenas y bridas,
No hallo mi tesoro, no encuentro mi salida, me dueles me enamoras me entristeces me olvidas,
Mendigo las migajas de un amor vagabundo, me arrastro, me hundo sacrifico autoestima,
Me ahogo y no respiro en un mar de vacío, me aterra estar sólo me da miedo el olvido,
Te miro y te escaneo y no sé a quién veo, a Jeckyl, a Hyde ya no sé lo que hay,
No sé quién eres, ni si sientes o padeces con tus puyas no enfureces te proteges te creces
Estás perdida en ti, y no sabes salir, de un laberinto retorcido sin sentido y sin fin,
Las monedas que aceptaste ese precio que pagaste ese Judas que no ayuda y que te sume en la duda,
Pero hay fuga y la hallarás, la prisión infernal, es un templo maldito, sólo el tiempo hablará…
Nada puedo hacer, no es dentro de mí, tengo que soltar, creer, llorar
Algo en tu interior, tiene que explotar, saca a tu ser, llega a la verdad
Porque la luz siempre se filtra dentro de la oscuridad, porque el bien halla el camino y destroza a la maldad,
Porque pienso en algo menos porque creo en algo más, esto es punto de equilibrio no se trata de luchar,
Ese corazón que late tan potente y tan brutal, aún lo siento en mis entrañas y no se va a parar,
El camino es lento y duro pero tiene un final, ni la vida ni la muerte lo van a amedrentar
Tú eres fuerte eres intensa inteligente y valiente eres tenaz eres bondad eres poder eres capaz
Encontrarás eso que buscas porque no puedes parar, sentirás, vivirás, respirarás y cambiarás,
Porque yo creo en ti, y eso nunca cambiará, te amo, te quiero y busco tu felicidad
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