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He's in a rush run
He has to hurry dash
He's in a rat race
Never (at/had) a slow pace
Forever dangerous
And never serious
Up on your energy
Expect no sympathy
Appreciation is overrated
Resting is for fools oooh
He wants his blood boil
Always in turmoil
Blasting his everyway
Throughout the shortest day
Forever dangerous and never serious
Swimming against the stream
And steal all of your dreams
LyricsAggravation is appreciated
He'll use you like a tool
Association is overrated
Friends are for fools
He's in a rush
Fever on his eyes
I do not dare and cross him
He'll smooch you with his lies
Ever so dangerous
He'll haunt you seriously
I wouldn't go within a mile
Radius of him
Aggravation is appreciated
He'll use you like a tool
Association is overrated
Friends are for fools
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The ride along the great riverside
Ever so wide
The cleaver of clarity
She'll be wise enough
To make us understand
The moment we reach
Heavenly land
Heavenly, heavenly
We focus on
We follow faithfully
Faithfully, faithfully
Slowly, surely
We'll find our way
[Chorus:]
Be at the present
Unexpected life
Is all that we wanted
And all that we choose to live
LyricsWe will rise above
And all the chances in between
A chance (to move?)
To open up your mind
It's buried in city grounds
Made you never
Look behind
Be wise enough
And you will understand
The moment you reach
Heavenly land
Heavenly, heavenly
We focus on
We follow faithfully
Faithfully, faithfully
Slowly and surely
We'll find our way
[Chorus]
Strong winds on desert grounds
Release the tendency
And hold it like a cloud
And lighting breezing?
Hands are strained
If only we understand
Strong winds on desert grounds
Foresee our lives
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No brainwaves or activity
while the craft is in the air
It's getting dark, it's getting light
we are sitting in a chair
We have fastened every belt
we cannot float out of our seats
It's so enormously frightening
When our tail reaches superheat
Another timezone
a change of season
it is turning dark again
We're getting ready for yet
another orbit around our planet
It is time for the galactic cruise
To come to an end
One last view on the world
and the time we have spend
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I might be moving to the east
to part my ways
And I will try to get something
I don't have yet
If I do, I will look at it
for days and days
Untill I will never forget
I have heard this mental search
has made them all
take a look along the border
Having the urge
For their minds
to be lifted
to something new
I'm running to meet
my higher self
I trust the speed
Untill I have no need
to run anymore
Lyrics
Miles and miles I run
I hear my feet
And I hear myself breathe
heavily
I trust the speed
Untill I have no need
To run anymore
Miles and miles I run
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You think you were earning
Burning the church of your god
You were yearning
Learning the birth of your dirt
Did you think you earned it
Burning your god
That you thought messed up your life?
You spill red
On my cloudy carpet
You think you were earning
Burning the church of your god
You were yearning
Learning the birth of your dirt
Did you think you earned it
Burning your god
That you thought messed up your life?
You spill red
On my cloudy carpet
Lyrics
Your skin turns dust
On my cloudy carpet
You think
You were earning
Burning
Your skin turns dust
No more you were yearning
Burning
Burning
Your skin turns dust
Your skin turns to dust
When holding it close to the sun
And it burns the skin from you're your precious sun
It burns the skin
It burns the skin
It burns the skin
[Anneke van Giersbergen]
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The day you went away
You had to screw me over
I guess you didn't know
all the stuff you left me with
is way too much to handle
But I guess you don't care
You don't need to preach
you don't have to love me, all the time
Whatever on earth possessed you
to make this bold decision
I guess you don't need me
While whispering those words
I cried like a baby
hoping you would care
You don't need to preach
you don't have to love me, all the time
You don't have to preach
all the time
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All you need all you need
All you need
Is all is now
All you need all you need
All you need
Is not what you're getting
All you live all you give
All you live
Fits in a teardrop
If you come closer
I'll show you how it feels
All you need all you need
All you need
Is all is now
All you live all you give
All you live
LyricsFits in a teardrop
Give what's worth remembering
Give what's worth dying
Give it al
Oh, back for more
You just give it all
Oh, back for more
If you come closer
I'll show you how it feels
High is high
Low is low
Love is gone
The best ones are the first to
If you come closer
I'll show you how it feels
High is high
Low is low
Love is gone
[Zlaya Hadzich]
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Now you see me getting better
I'm right here on this play
And I'll make it a bit heavier
By going all the way
Did you find it much easier
To stoop to where I was
With your power
And your knowledge
To leave me here
Alone, alone
I'm all alone
Alone, alone
I'm all alone
Now's the time
For being humble
By holding you
Down on your knees
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I feel it slip
Slip away
From my hands
All the way
My heart pounds like mad
I feel it slip
Slip away
Why am I?
Why am I here?
So distant from
My old life
My heart feels so sad
What am I doing here?
Doing here
You see
I'm riding endlessly
LyricsWhat will become of me
This higher power knows
You see
I'm waiting patiently
And what this means to me
Nobody ever knows
You see
In all the warmth I feel
Is this the end of me?
Only I should know
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i close your eyes with my mouth
now you don't see anything
but you feel my breath all over
i can feel you too
although i don't really know you
i don't really care
cry with me, make my day
tomorrow all will be gone
all the sweetness and all the fun
no, i don't wanna know...
although i don't really know you
i don't really care
now that you're gone i don't know
how to really feel inside
baring the hope to see you again
i guess i never will
now that i do really know you
yes, i really care!
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underneath the mask you've buried yourself into
it's coal-black
i am tired of the gulping that you do
every day a new face
what if i unscrew
your own identity
wouldn't you guess there's nothing left of you?
the quicksand of life drags us
down into the circle
one day. we might not catch you
i feel sorry for what you try to do
breaking others down. to try and to pursue
your own selfish interests
i am starting to get sick of you
whatever happened ever since you left
you make yourself and me look like fools
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kill me with your thoughts
use your mind
hand me over to this world
into death...
make me cry in vain
leave one tear
touch my face with your sigh
leave me against the stream
one hundred worlds will see me
passing by...
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The eyes they're made to see
They see the path of our lives
The heart is there to feel
It feels the energy of all time
I can see it
I can feel it
This is my waking hour
This is my place
I can hear it
I feel the power in my heart
And it's my moment
It is right there
And it's staring me in the face
The sky's in make believe
I see the end of all demise
The only way to heal
Is in the honesty of your eyes
Lyrics
I can see it
I can feel it
This is my waking hour
This is my place
I can hear it
I feel the power in my Heart
And its my moment
It is right there
Staring me in the face
The fight is done
And who are we
To judge what will become
All the iron arms are laid down away
Followed by the heroes
Who belong on rested earth
We pray we feel the rescue
Coming in within the
Walking soul to heal and
Sense the coma wrapped in fear
And all the while we heed
The senses wait of us to see
We beg of you to not let go
(Our names??) will provide us with a soul
I can feel it
Falling down
Start again
Life can bring you down
The monumental truth
Of ellegance in you
Falling for
A part of who you are
And makes you shine inside
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The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see
I walk into the white light of the snow
when the sun comes
I break it with my shadow
which tales me where I go
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
I am the snow falling down on you
I tear up your face with my frost
And make you run to somewhere warm
When I come I see you get away
I burst out about your emptyness
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see
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it has always been in the back of my mind
dreaming about going to the corners of time
i always wanted to fly in strange machines
i wanna do centuries in a lifetime
and feel it with my hands
touch the world war II and Cleopatra
flying...
could it be that my dream would come true
building a machine that would actually do
what i want it to do
russian revolution, let's do that in one day
Beethoven and Gershwin i think that would be o.k.
more than anything i wanna fly in strange machines
i wanna do centuries in a lifetime
and see it with my eyes
watch Jesus rise, if he ever did
flying...
i wanna do centuries in a lifetime
and feel it with my hands
touch renaissance and Chaka Khan
flying...
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what makes you forget is the structure
you're in, all your life
can't you feel there is the animal inside
growing roots, still, inside your mind
suppress your underbeing and let them rule
you don't care, yeah you don't give a damn
as long as you've got your car
do you actually go so far, as giving in your
adrenaline away
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Fear and sweat, my muscles ache
I smile, but it's just a fake
I fade away
It troubles me, what you're gonna say
Just a day away
And you will be here to stay
I wait and I wait
And what I really hate
Is the panic that stops me from breathing
My knees hit the floor
And I panic more
Until you open my door
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Blaming global infection
for the illness in him
Little knowledge of the non-affection
between him and his kin
Old, grey, bitter, anxious and collapsed
Like a wallflower once blooming
Withered to apparent death
Blaming the guilt
Crying the tears
Torture the pain
Leaving the emptiness behind
Apparently he had no reason
To harbour the trust
He'd forsaken inside.
Apparently he left his reasons
Forsaken the trust
that harboured within
Walk, I cannot walk
For I am blind, blinded I am
By the pitch of dark, so dark is it
The narrow street, never ending narrow
LyricsClogs my throat
Silently I try,
Try to walk, blinded by the pitch
The narrow darkness, clogs the street
I am speechless
I am speechless
Fear puts a rush on my steps
As I stare into the spinning depth
The end is not near the sight that I am hoping for
And all the light that paves the way for me
Is the wish and will for the end to see
The bright light is the end of the black light district
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Melodic stanzas
are symphonizing their way
through your weary head
To feed your distrust
And fill it's mouth with the desire
to soulfully be one with your creation
Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration
The crowd waits
and turns their faces
towards you expectantly
you give them what they need
But their useless criticism
makes you die
a bit more inside
Not a subject to control
Lyricsyou call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration
Oh, I swoon
while loudspeakers play soft music
Leaning
over your fourtieth masterpiece
You must have loved
the colour of these violins
I wish I knew you
Your fit of insanity makes me sad
I wish you knew
your music was to stay forever
And I hope....
I have no clue
if you know how much it matters
And i hope....
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