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Stranger
We belong in a world that's too
strange for this world
Stranger
We do long for a fatamorgana dream world
Where people love each other
greedy in love
Greedy in love
Stranger
touch my face to prove I'm awake in this world
Stranger
gently blow some life into hope for a strange world
Where people love each other
greedy in love
Greedy in love
Where people love each other
greedy in love
Greedy in love
Greedy in love
In love
Greedy in love
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Emotional amplifier
50 watts of pure desire
Electrified intense luck
Exploded fuse sets the heart on fire
As if we cut the wrong black wire
Intensified adrenaline bluff
[x2]
Oh no it's not a catastrophe
Although it's not how it used to be
We can go on
Ignore the need to fall
Sustained need to doubt the soul
Manipulated final score
Is shame part of the essential four?
Earthly sins dredged in oil
What makes her blind the color gold?
Too many stories left untold
[x3]
Oh no it's not a catastrophe
Although it's not how it used to be
We can go on
Ignore the need to fall
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This is no Indian dream
This is no boat on the sea
Exploring you was never that easy
This is no silicon chip
This is no colonial ship
Exploring you was never that easy
We cannot swim to the shore
Every wave does ask for more
This vicious circle will be hard for us to break for sure
This is no pond or a lake
This is as much I can take
Exploring you was never that easy
This is no Amazon stream
This is what's left of our team
Exploring you was never that easy
We cannot swim to the shore
Every wave does ask for more
This vicious circle will be hard to break for sure
We cannot swim to the shore
Every wave does ask for more
This vicious circle will be hard to break for sure
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Move on
You'd better move on
You're walking
In circles
Move on
You'd better move on
You're walking
In tiny circles
But now
It is too late
There's way too much preassure
We both lost that little faith
So move on
You'd better move on
You're walking
In tiny circles
Move on
You'd better move on
You're walking
In tiny circles
But now
It is too late
There's way too much preassure
We both lost that little faith
So move on
But now
It is too late
There's way too much preassure
We both lost that little faith
So move on
Move on
You'd better move on
You're walking
In tiny circles
So move on
You'd better move on
You're walking
In tiny circles
So move on
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I can't rest my case
Important things do get erased
A backup plan is wise
Magnetic fields can destroy a device
I miss your gentle, miss your gentle
Miss your gentle magnetic storm
There ain't no backup
decent backup
Excite me with your storm
Whenever you type
You are always so devoted
To the digital life
0-0-1-0 encoded
I miss your gentle, miss your gentle
Miss your gentle magnetic storm
There ain't no backup
decent backup
Excite me with your storm
I miss your gentle, miss your gentle
Miss your gentle magnetic storm
There ain't no backup
decent backup
Excite me with your storm
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Hey do you know that the sun was gone for a while
But I Ain't ever gonna love you
Who covered it up?
Made it dark for a while
But I Ain't ever gonna love you
Been here before
I closed the door
And I knew it the moment the sun dissapeared
But I Ain't ever gonna love you
Hey do you know that the sun was gone for a while
But I Ain't ever gonna love you
Who covered it up?
Made it dark for a while
But I Ain't ever gonna love you
Been here before
I closed the door
And I knew it the moment the sun dissapeared
But I Ain't ever gonna love you
And I knew it the moment the sun dissapeared
But I Ain't ever gonna love you
No I Ain't ever gonna love you
No I Ain't ever gonna love you
No I Ain't ever gonna
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Billie tries too hard
But too can be beautiful
The much gets too much
Then too much means the end
Her love goes too strong
But too can be beautiful
When strong gets too weak
Then too weak means the end
Still too much love, love, love
To give up now
To give up now
Her life gets too hard
But too can be beautiful
When hard gets too hard
Then too hard means the end
Her tears taste too salt
But too can be beautiful
When salt gets too salt
Then too salt means the end
Still too much love, love, love
To give up now
To give up now
To give up now
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Black Marble Tiles
Shiny dark eyes
Reflections blooming bright
We can walk for hours
Without knowing where we are
In this labyrinth of thoughts
Things get lost
Lost without a trace
In the middle of the chase
Things get lost
An island can be huge
It won't matter to refuse
White marble stairs
Leading nowhere
Overwhelmingly unfair
We can talk for hours
Without knowing what we say
In this silly little game
Things get lost
Lost without a trace
In the middle of the chase
Things get lost
An island can be huge
It won't matter to refuse
Pink marble fire
Am I going insane?
Addicted to the pain
I can search for hours
But the more I do explore
The less I know what for
Things get lost
Lost without a trace
In the middle of the chase
Things get lost
An island can be huge
It won't matter to refuse
Things get lost
Lost without a trace
In the middle of the chase
Things get lost
An island can be huge
It won't matter to refuse
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My sequential circuits never last
Eyes without a trace
But that face is strange
It's playing games
With the ones I mostly love
Strictly out of phase
Phasing through the space
Using the wrong phrase
We are blind
We are colorful
Blossoms open up
No you can not fool
My detection tool
For the ones I mostly love
Strictly out of phase
Phasing through the space
Using the wrong phrase
Strictly out of phase
Phasing through the space
Using the wrong phrase
The wrong phrase
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I'm in love, I'm in love with Mortricia
I'm in love with too many things
I'm in love, I'm in love with a film star
I'm in love underneath her wings
I'm possessed with bohemian laughter
I'm not impressed the morning after
Somewhere deep somewhere deep I make choices
Somewhere deep I keep it clear
Somewhere deep down deep I need boxes
Somewhere deep I know she's near
I'm possessed with bohemian laughter
I'm not impressed the morning after
I can't give up, can't give up, I can't give up
I can't give up, I can't give up, no
I like it faster
In my head, in my head there's a whisper
In my head her lashes blink
In my bed, in my bed I hear breathing
In our bed we know where to begin
I'm possessed with bohemian laughter
I'm not impressed the morning after
The morning after, the morning after
The morning after
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