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Where The Heart Is
02:20
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the anger starts when i look in the mirror
i see the mask i've been wearing for so long
i guess i thought i would need protection
i will push to find a solution
we could live a life of cowardice
but we could, we could try to live the dream
no need to be scared by the messy world around
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oh my! what's the meaning of trying to stay afloat?
don't get me wrong, i don't need make believes
(tough, tough, tough decisions)
to pave a way that's nothing without tough choices
(tough, but real and close)
hey you! what're you doing? keeping on closing your senses
did you ever get a glimpse of something
(tough, tough, tough decisions)
beyond that terrible movie we're all fed with?
(tough, but real and close)
nobody's drama (stranger!)
random scary events (spectator!)
but do you feel involved when (am i…)
when you're hurting someone? (… doing things that count?)
the way you think you love
the words you use all day
check what you do for money
politics through your veins
got to break the flow and start to feel what's close and real
if we all try to be ourselves and forget all the acting
quit telling me about your duties
(tough, tough, tough decisions)
then we'll stop to turn each other into losers
(tough, but real and close)
nobody's drama (stranger!)
random scary events (spectator!)
but do you feel involved when (am i…)
when you're hurting someone? (… doing things that count?)
the way you think you love
the words you use all day
check what you do for money
politics through your veins
what's wrong with myself? how can i touch what's in my hands?
why do i keep on waiting for sad stories written by some magic hand?
time to feel beyond what's left, little coward
it's time to live your life better than this
the sound, the touch, the smell, all that matters
you lost the things that make it worth it
don't blame others, you're the one, the only one
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3. |
Girls
01:44
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i haven't seen you in a while
touring from a city to another one
so many punk shows, so many art shows
i look around and i don't see you
you shouldn't wait for a sign
just take the space, don't play their game
please don't hide
let's give a voice to each other
you shouldn't wait for a sign
just take the space, don't play their game
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let me get this straight
i don't get what time is all about
when some say that it's efficient to be really bored
and others that you'd better forget yourself
in a thousand things no one gives a shit about
drawing pictures, learning some stuff
making new friends, yelling around
i don't feel okay
running after something every single day, overheating, doing nothing
i will never end up making really real what i always postpone
i know it all, everything that makes a little sense
goes away from me
having sex, singing a song
writing stories, forgetting time
time seems to be what you say it is, whatever
does time even exist?
going fast, going slow, yeah… whatever
does time even exist?
i don't care to go nowhere if it's with you
and i won't care about time, i swear
how could i care about something i
something i don't get?
doing nothing, being busy
what's good for me, i'll never get it
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5. |
Easy To Pretend
03:36
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dead calm in my head, jokes and parties won't help
give me something real, scream out words that i don't get
searching for a sparkle from someone out there
let's start a fire and dance on our dead minds
'cause i am so tired of all the thoughts pulling me down
destroy my world so i can finally reach you
tears on tv and cops in the streets won't wake me up
i spent too much time in my own cage, is it just like yours?
i try not to think, i need to forget my ways
let's start a fire and unlearn what we've been taught
'cause i am so tired of all the thoughts pulling me down
destroy my world so i can finally reach you
truth is probably a pile of nonsense
who wants to embrace the beauty of it all?
'cause i am so tired of all the thoughts pulling me down
destroy my world so i can finally reach you
it's easy to pretend, so easy to pretend
i could act like i just don't care
it's easy to pretend, but i know where it leads
i've no time to, no time to fool you or anyone else
it's my time to, my time to choose between shit and nonsense
no time to, no time to fool you or anyone else
it's my time to, my time to choose between shit and nonsense
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6. |
Let Me Explain
02:04
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i don't want to fade into the background when i walk the street
just because you think i'm your fucking toy
you say i have a nice ass, you want to fuck me, just go fuck yourself
just because you think i'm your fucking toy
one-track minded shadows all around
staring at me like some sweet sweet candy
lazy brainless dicks on the street
who'd better swallow their pride and start to think
i don't want to fade into the background when i walk the street
just because you think i'm your fucking toy
you say i have a nice ass, you want to fuck me, just go fuck yourself
just because you think i'm your fucking toy
if we're all products in a supermarket
then i'm a knife, not a plastic crap
if little babies want to play
i'll be the wound that makes them cry
the streets are not your playground and i'm not your fucking toy
we won't live defeated, what's the matter with you?
the streets are not your playground and i'm not your fucking toy
we won't live defeated, what's the matter with you?
if we're all products in a supermarket
then i'm a knife, not a plastic crap
if little babies want to play
i'll be the wound that makes them cry
i'm not your toy, i'm not your toy
i'm not your fucking toy
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7. |
Drifting Away
03:36
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i don't feel at home in my hometown anymore
i need to get out of here
they control our bodies and i can't control my tears
i need to get out of here
foggy mind under the rain
walking on streets i know so well
but i'm lost down here
this life doesn't make sense
and i need a ride home
i don't feel at home in my hometown anymore
i need to get out of here
they control our bodies and i can't control my tears
i need to get out of here
foggy mind under the rain
walking on streets i know so well
but i'm lost down here
this life doesn't make sense
and i need a ride home
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8. |
Done With Here
04:05
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back home again, with eyes in the back of my head
who cares what's ahead? 'cause i don't give a damn
now i'm walking backwards, everywhere i go
i lost all kind of confidence, all kind of confidence
where new shits are already old, there's no excitment, nothing
no crazy heartbeats, just something regular and sad
nothing scary, nothing thrilling, and boredom is stuck to my shoes
no crazy heartbeats, just something regular and sad
i know i'm wrong, but i can't change this vision
i'm done with here, i wanna go back there
where all things count, count to me, and excitment is everywhere
crazy heartbeats make me dizzy, feelings going up and down
where i'm scared or thrilled so easily, and boredom is just a bad memory
crazy heartbeats make me dizzy, feelings going up and down
going, going, going up and down
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Tiny Box
02:42
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time really goes faster and faster
i'm wondering what i'm doing with my life
i waste too much time working on things
that don't really matter at all
i know, i know, i don't want to split my brain in two
i know, i know, it doesn't work to live this way anymore
now i feel this time is behind me
it's gonna be different, i swear
i'm working on it, to live the way i really feel
life is too short
i know, i know, i don't want to split my brain in two
i know, i know, it doesn't work to live this way anymore
i'm 30 years old and i know it all now
there's no way for me to settle down in that tiny box
you can call me a black sheep, well i don't give a damn
there's no way to stop the bad seed in me
from growing stronger
i know, i know, i don't want to split my brain in two
i know, i know, it doesn't work to live this way anymore
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10. |
Your Stupidest Fantasy
03:23
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my fantasized life is what makes me happy
a thousand possible lives, a dream that kills me
i shouldn't name it a dream, it's worse than a nightmare
thoughts fucked up forever, a religion i can't escape
a legal drug to build myself with
just about everyday
hopes, tears and fights under control
of the greatest substance ever made
my brain is a pet that you feed endlessly
i wish i knew the one i could be
your program stole me that ability
i'm a hollow shell in search of
your stupidest fantasy
it's the game you play
to make money out of my pain
my fantasized life is what makes me happy
a thousand possible lives, a dream that kills me
you breed me as a junky waiting
for the next holy shit you'll sell
i don't know what i'm supposed to hang on
you suffocate me with your silly tales
my brain is a pet that you feed endlessly
i wish i knew the one i could be
your program stole me that ability
i'm a hollow shell in search of
your stupidest fantasy
i'm a hollow shell in search of
your stupidest fantasy
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11. |
Pattern
02:43
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heavy silence throughout the room
it's only the noise of the city
how can we feel so lonely then
when we are together?
it's only you, me and our memories
no one talks, no one talks, no one talks
new pattern, let's play a new pattern
try to make a good one
new pattern, new pattern
let's play a new pattern
when i look in your eyes
all i can see is a sea of shit
when i look deep in my heart
i know how i feel, how i feel
no one talks
new pattern, let's play a new pattern
try to make a good one
new pattern, new pattern
let's play a new pattern
how can we feel so lonely then
when we are together?
it's only you, me and our memories
everyday we get closer to death
someday you'll realize it's way too late
new pattern, new pattern
let's play a new pattern
new pattern, new pattern
let's find a good one
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i'm losing my time, sitting around, walking around
with nothing on my mind
but boredom and that rough feeling
a huge need of something i can't name
i don't know the fuck what i need the most
but it's definitely not here
civilizations, take back your illusions
and all the crap you designed to run fast
'cause i know now
i won't do the things that i've been asked for
i don't want to fuck people over
i don't give a shit about your goddam awards
if that's what you call, if that's what you call
recognition, you can shove it up your ass
and lead the world to its fucking end
at least i'm not involved
i'm not involved
i've seen it all for a second
the weight of evolution
and it's tearing me down
i don't want to fuck people over
how will i find
who i am and what i'm worth for
if i'm born to be the loser
that chemistry wants me to be?
where is comfort when you hate
all the values you're surrounded by?
comfort is in a weird song
something useless
a drawing in the afternoon
it's you and me
taking care of each other
care of each other, care of each other
something not expected
a glimpse of happiness
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13. |
Friend
05:10
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when everything's wrong i come talk to you
you make things alright when i feel so blue
you're such a blessing and i won't be messing
with the only thing that brings light to all my darkness
there's no other one
you're such a blessing and i won't be messing
with the one thing that brings light to all my darkness
you're such a good friend, you're such a good friend
you're such a blessing and i won't be messing
with the one thing that brings light to all my darkness
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Bitpart Paris, France
Three-piece punk band from Paris, France, formed in 2011. Bitpart doesn't fit, doesn't know how to and doesn't care anyway.
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