1. |
The Dancer
02:48
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I kiss her (him/they) in the lips
And them taste like cigarettes and wine mixed together
That trendy flavour needs no reason
But Im always searching for a meaning
Cause I'm the son of a catholic man
Thats how I've lost my faith, by the way
So I see in her (him / they) eyes the same shade a' fading
And I always get the same answer from everything:
Punk is death
And I don't wanna be part of that trap, once again
'Cause I prefer to bleed, not to believe
And If we gonna be betrayed,
One more time
I'll dance!
The dancer
The dancer
The dancer
The dancer
Emptiness is the new creed
How much would you pay for true beliefs?
If being alone is the modern fear
Show I can change, I can make you feel
Open your hands, show me the seeds of hate
But let me kiss your fingers first
Feed the wolves, boil the blood in their veins
'Cause they'll bark and so we dance!
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2. |
Fireking
03:21
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You are the one, whose light never fades out
You are the one, whose fire never fades away
You are the one, never afraid of anyone
You are the one, never afraid of anything
Don't let me down
Son of fire
Never get down
Always fly higher!
Fireking
You are the one, the promise of our future
You are the one, whose sowing up the sutures
You are the one, shining over everyone
You are the one, shining over eveything
Don't let me down
Son of fire
Never get down
Always fly higher!
Fireking
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3. |
Flowers of the West
03:26
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I'm falling
Into this trap again
I'm falling
Into your arms again
What is life, what is love?
Things I've always ignored
I hope that changes if you're standing here with me.
I said I didn't know love, but I really know heart it will
Sometimes I feel that I've gone run out of feelings to be felt
Motion last no emotions
I'm just going thru the motions
I hope that changes if you're standing here with me
Are all these feelings real?
They are the Flowers of the West!
Im scrolling
The best of the rest of my days
All I wish for is another screen to put in front of my face
Am I scared of commitment?
(These are the statements of my white mans lie)
But I'm trying to hide it
(And this is what for me, feels to be alive)
Under a blanket of lies
(It's shallow, and I know, but I don't wanna fight)
What? What I'm trying to hide?
('Cause I'm waiting for the internet to save my life!)
They are the Flowers of the West
Meaningless lies are the top of the pops
That's how we realize that it was better to fall
Welfare is the trigger of that gun called hope
And I can't hold your hand when your arm is a rope
Cause,
Far Away
I see you
Fade Away
Background is your grave
And you cant
Feel alive
When you are
Already
Dead
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4. |
Vanilla
05:16
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Milla called Vanilla she got fame of being a killah, cause she wants to
She wants to
Juana loves bananas and her girlfriend she's called Ana, cause she wants to
She wants to
Megan went vegan and drinks soy milk in the evening cause she wants to
She wants to
Jane picked her brain and she flushed it down the drain cause she wants to
She wants to
Camille eats a sandwich and sings so loud in Savages cause she wants to
She wants to
Maggie she is allergic to the pils that make her druggy cause she wants to
She wants to
Gemma's big dilemma, should she care about the weather cause she wants to
She wants to
Diana loves bandanas while she plays with her katana, cause she wants to
She wants to
And Irene she is mean but she likes to be obscene, cause she wants to
She wants to
Lola plays viola while she drinks a Coca-cola cause she wants to
She wants to
Jess has a dress, chooses black when playing chess, cause she wants to
She wants to
Cher best chair hasta the colour of her hair, cause she wants to
She wants to
Uh, uh, uh
Tastes like Vanilla
Uh, uh, uh
Tastes like Vanilla
Vanilla, Vanilla
Make me a believer
Teach me how
To be free
A thousand times
I tried and I failed
A better way, to find myself
She's called Vanilla
Vanilla is her name
She's called Vanilla
Vanilla is her name
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5. |
It's Gone
01:12
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And another year goes by
And another year its gone
And another year is drifting away
And I'm feeling so lost
Nothing changes
If I'm not moving
Nothing changes
If I'm standing still
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6. |
Born in the 90's
03:17
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We're moving on
Towards new fears
I wouldnt choose a different moment where to live
We are in bloom
We dont have much
You built a revolution that its not for us
Your future now
Has fade away
Present belong
For those who are brave
This is our time
We are kicking first
Kids of the black hole, your chance has gone
Now its our time
To prove you're wrong
We cannot miss
What we've not lived
At what point we took rock and roll as our belief?
I was not there
So I dont care
We're moving forward but you are always looking back!
We give no fucks
Of seventies
We are the kids
Of the nineties
This is our time
We are kicking first!
Kids of the Black Hole, your chance has gone
Now its our time
To prove you're wrong
Born in the 90's
Don't give us up
We are kids of rage
Never give up
Neither forget
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