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i've read your books and letters
you promised that you will come soon
my friends and i are certain
so we're at home with little room
you know, you know, you know
you know i can't wait long
but i'm still getting ready
just take your time so i can play
until the moon arises
dont wanna waste the sun away
you know, you know, you know
you know i can't wait long
you know i lack the judgement
to see the world from right and wrong
i think i ate the apple
but maybe it just settled wrong
you know, you know, you know
you know i can't wait long
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i can hear you in the morning
singing through my window like a bird
when the wind blows through my curtains
i can feel you moving through the room
but i just want to see your face tonight
i've been seeking fame and fortune
drinking from the tables of the kings
thought i've reached the depths of wisdom
but i'm still lost, oh i don't have a clue
'til i find my way back home to you
if i can see your face
if i can hear you cry
if i knew what to say
if i can ease my mind
i can find my way back home to you
i can find my way back home to you
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Boris Smile - Aurora
05:14
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AURORA
If I call you Henry, will you call me Walden.
I will be your shelter, I won’t let the cold in.
I would march to my own rhythm, if that’s what I seek,
Three times I’ll wash in the Jordan, can you make me unique.
Will I hibernate in winter,
Will I wake up now in spring,
Aurora changed my days to seasons,
Aurora makes new everything.
When you wake up, in the morning.
If I call you lightning, will you call me thunder.
I would be your moonlight, but you would choose another.
I would march to my own rhythm, if you show me how.
I would fly by your sunset, but my wings are melting now.
Will I hibernate in winter,
Will I wake up now in spring,
Aurora changed my days to seasons,
Aurora makes new everything.
When you wake up, in the morning.
Hey Aurora, Goddess of the dawn,
Hey Aurora, the grass is ris’n and spring has sprung.
When you wake up, in the morning.
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Spazzkid - Rickshaw
04:25
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Many names have crossed our paths
some we mourn and some we laugh
all I want to say to you is just
forget about them
I'll be the one when you're old and grey
loving you still when your bones decay
so all of the boys you've ever thought of just
forget about them
you've got worries and I've got fear
we're reaching into the deep unknown
all I want to say to you is just
forget about them
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Doctor KA - Trapeze 2.3
04:01
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I know you, you know me
let's get lost on the bus ride
never ending conversation
about you and him, and us and them
We greet sun's rise, good morning
look at time's little hand
passing by one to twelve numbers
reminds me of inseparable days
Distance came in many ways
stranger friends, different city
but the promise of love on fire
the crossroads lead back to you
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Look back on a time
When there is just me and you
We promised to each other that
We will fight the world
Clear the smoke and the dust
Take our weapons from the chest
Time has made us old
But our rage is forever young
I can hear your voice
Calling out to me
From the waking world
It bleeds into my dreams
Only time will tell
All's well that ends well
I want you around
Right out of my dreams
We are fighters both, you and I
Engaging in silent wars
Since the time we were born
When we don't know each other yet
Break down the walls and the fences
We are an army of two
No one else can tell us
What is wrong or right
Words & Music by Erick A. Fabian. All rights reserved.
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My Parasol - Stitches
09:16
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I’m just a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch
I’ve got a big orange body and a little brown hat.
And I’m surrounded by all my pumpkin friends
And my pumpkin friends tell me we’ll be friends ‘til the end.
Life couldn’t be better, pumpkin life is great.
Oh look, someone’s picked me up and taken me out the gate.
I’m in a car with a man and his wife and a boy
With my pumpkin friend beside me, both of us filled with joy.
Well now we’re in out new home this new life should be grand.
This house is really huge, let’s give this family a hand.
We’re sitting on the table then my pumpkin friend said,
“Why the hell do I have this giant knife in my head?”
So I turn and look and sure enough my friend has been stabbed.
And the knife it keeps on going deeper with every jab.
Then when they finish scalping him the gut his insides
Where the hell am I?! This is pumpkin genocide.
Pumpkin genocide.
You don’t realize, that every year we cry
A tear of pumpkin pain.
As you slowly scoop out our pumpkin brains.
So my friend gets mutilated right in front of my face.
Then the boy he picks me up and puts me in a new place.
He says, “If you believe in God then you better pray,
‘Cause this is your mother fucking judgment day!”
So I cried and pleaded with him but it was no use.
He cut the top of my head until it became loose.
And he gutted me and carved a stupid face on my side.
Now I’m a victim of pumpkin genocide.
When he took out all my seeds he just threw them away.
He didn’t bake them or save them for another day.
And he stuck a candle in me and just let the thing burn.
It burned so intensely that my stomach it turned.
Or at least it would have turned if it was still in me.
But it was removed with my heart and my spleen.
And now I’m in a dumpster, depleted and old.
Covered in black and white and stinky old mold.
(This is)
Pumpkin genocide.
You don’t realize, that every year we cry
A tear of pumpkin pain.
As you slowly scoop out our pumpkin brains.
You don't realize.
Every year we cry.
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