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Stuff
01:56
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Many people say that the truth is hidden behind a lie
while the faithful pray realize that things don't change their minds
This is my hypno soul, crack my heart, my blood and my faith
This is all my stuff, far away from likes, views and plays
always in the old school where they taught me about the respect
This is all my stuff, I was done before this hell
When did it all blow away?
while talent no longer matters
keep it on for a longer time
that as long as they're falling, I will just keep rolling go around
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Unconventional
04:07
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she´s so sweet and so nice
she gives me faith and my anger calms
but she's a whole world that's not real
now l´ll try this Swisse souvenir
out of the blue, overhead I feel flying through the Alps
it´s like a dear mighty bomb bouncing around in my heart, it's amazing
She burned my nerves
her beautiful dress
her loveliness is unconventional
let me flow and let me feel, I keep rolling in Jean Marc´s weed
makes me funny and makes me fly
and feel the river flowing down eclectic
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Underfire
02:00
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I ´ll go beyond tears fallen in the past, for it´s very long to look ahead.
somebody feels no pain, and returns from the mud from which it never came
so just be it, underfire
You passed my hypno test, but to arrive from the mud you must be there
and now you want to feel warm but it´s only cold and it´s fair
so just be it, underfire
every time I go to that place
babe I´m tired
one day they´ll realize it will be too late
and I´ll return to the mud
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Everything's OK
03:49
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one last chance to survive in this time,
faithless, corrupt and hopeless
we crawl behind a mask,
but everything´s ok.
I have always gone against the grain
and I've chosen the hard way
now we bring a new life
but everything´s ok
the oldest horizons embrace the ground
but every morning... a wonderful day
with a will to live , life will be different in many ways
there is a journey we never made for ourselves
an adventure that fills me with faith
she´s beautiful light at dawn called Violet
the oldest horizons embrace the ground
but every morning... a wonderful day
with a desire to live, a new life in a different way, in many ways
grow up, and I feel her when I touch you babe
she moves like a forest cradled by the wind
like an ocean surrounding the whole cliff
we had never imagined it before
was something we didn't expect for so long
but everything’s ok, it's just a change
we will do things we’ve never done before
we will build our way to love
and everything will be ok
old horizon,(x4) where?
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Sunset
02:45
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there´s a light up the mountains over my head
shines like the butterflies on your hair
the sun arises over the sky
I´m the old willow that awaits you all the time
I've seen you grow in your own way
you, girl who runs on my roots and says
"favourite is the word to define this trunk"
and now she is hurting my old wooden heart
all the birds that fly over me are friends
they stand on me and sing around
and the little girl you are in my dream
plays and laughs all the time
before you say
before you play in this sunset
there´s a light up the mountains over my head
shines like the butterflies on your hair
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Ambarino
03:05
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tumbleweeds that still feed and roll around in the wilderness
I've been killing and now it’s full of stolen people along this way
shining down in Ambarino county and I'll look all over Valentine for some Gray
the wind blows over Hanging Dog and I'll show you the O' Driscolls pain
And he took the train in a summer rain and his simple things forgotten
in a rumble shot on the Van Horn´s road, I travel to Ambarino road
everybody
they know my name when I ruin their faith by playing poker in saint denis
"Ambarino mi destino" shouts one of Del Lobo's gang
shining down my shotgun´s glam around their bloody faces
I´m gonna run, and I don't want anyone around me or my fate
In loving memory of Arthur Morgan
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Little
02:25
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hey little, little bird
you are in my bed
but you are pretty little
Don´t worry I´ll take care
hey little, little bird
you are now my best friend
and we observe the time pass by
together
And it's almost like a whisper
what comes from your voice
almost like a silk thread
and it's almost like a caress
brushing your skin
inviting me to fly away
hey little, little bird
hey little, little bird
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Roof
02:50
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someone is tired of always fighting hard
even though I'm bleeding to death they want more
they have to know that I am full of joy
I'm not sure,.. are you up or down my stairs
sorry boy, but you can' t follow my steps
everyone's fears, those that everyone knows
lock you in their prison and don't let you grow
and now that you're about to make that wonderful choice
I'm not sure,.. are you up or down my stairs
sorry boy, but you can't follow my steps
someone in a different way
I moved the world so that it could shine
and all I saw was enemies shot down
covered with envy and full of rage
I'm not sure,.. are you up or down my stairs
sorry boy, but you can't follow my steps
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The Outlaw Man
03:25
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I am the spokesman for the misunderstood
the preacher who does not preach himself yet
Every morning I see the future more and more down
but I don't allow my fears cause I'm the outlaw man
I have a bible and I have a gun
I tell stories that no one wants to believe
they ask about my fears and now they're upset
for they found none, bitches, cause I am the outlaw man
I enjoy and feel the envy of this little town
they keep running even if the road ends
I'll still be here, you won't break me down
preaching over peyote cause I'm the outlaw man
I can't believe it, what I have found, all full of bullshit and lies
I can't always be on the lookout every day
I´m a fool but I´m the outlaw man baby
I´m the outlaw man baby
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Peanut
01:26
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Peanut has the wings of his Spitfire
and now let him grow
Peanut takes control
Peanut flies through the sun forever
and now let him flow
Peanut takes control
Converts in a soul for this mindless world
Peanut oh! Peanut
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I pick up broken glass from the floor
and I memorize all the old forgotten doors
spells of wise men leaving this sick world
you may win sometime but sometimes you learn
I let those clouds shower me with their rain
they symbolize all that flows in my veins
mirrors that reflect the lie with love
sweet forgotten memories that always return
and now we are in the time of the unfair
if you feel it, run away
life not lived and always lifeless
no more
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