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Pigs
03:21
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You and me are used to falling
Sons of the same sickness
In silence sheltered from the wolves
It’s cold in this world
It’s cold in this world
Let’s start this plastic show
Pigs got the highest floor
The things I never did they still haunt me
All the unspoken words resound in the quiet
In the silence a bitch starts laughing
It’s loud and cold
It’s cold in this world
Let’s start this plastic show
Pigs got the highest floor
We are used to falling in silence
Let’s start this plastic show
Pigs got the highest floor
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2. |
My Favorite Sin
05:12
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Strange desire light
Makes the night so bright
Ageless bodies dance dressed in white
They prepare you to be the star
Definitely my favorite sin
Photographed by the night without shame
Let’s do it again secretly
I dreamt of desert lands
Your ageless naked body
The glance becomes so proud
Before the attack
Desert sands meet the sky
Where my sin cannot hide
Photographed by the moon without clothes
Everything's quiet
Let's keep this sin alive
Let's keep this sin
(secretly)
Let's do it again
(that's our sin)
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3. |
Never Alone
05:41
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I delete these lines written in one night
I’ll leave this mask worn to hide the scars
I ran so fast to hide, I was awake for years
Just to find a way to hide, just to fill the void
I delete these lines written fast in rhyme
I’ve left your bed because I can’t pretend
The movement became so slow, I’d never want to lose
I can’t wake up anymore because I'm always high
Time has passed too fast, I became a bear
My best friend is dead, I won’t see him again
I’ve wasted too much time, many nights alone
In your pictures I can see my defeat
I dreamt last night of a day, a long time ago
The sun was shining and you were still there
Sometimes I hear your voice again
I dreamt last night about an endless summer
On the banks of the Seine never tired of dreaming
You said I’m never alone
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4. |
Acid Rain
03:40
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Many questions for my heart
Many lies within it
Night falling suddenly
Have you got any doubts?
Everyone has theirs
When you are alone for a long time
It's just you and me in the acid rain
I don't even care if it was our last night
I'd love to be in your dream when you’re awake
Awake, awake
Awake, awake
How deep can the ocean be
As dark and hollow as night?
We can't be far apart more than this
Like the hunter looks for his prey
So this love comes and takes us away
Under acid rain
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5. |
The Living Dead
03:42
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Night falls over living and dead
Rain falls above the broken hearts
Did you feel their pain?
Out of time they walk around
They don't know how to die
Never to be seen, never to return
Like a shadow
I'm always lost between the colors
In nameless people spending days
Buying all that you can buy
I've lost my faith in these times
I love to be like this
I’m the shadow-ghost
I'm the living dead
I'm lost, I'm dead
A mess, a loser
Babe, I'm not your man
But don't be fooled it’s their big trick
I'm dead, the living dead
I'm lost, I'm dead
A mess, a loser
Babe, I'm not your man
But don't be fooled it’s their big trick
I'm dead, the living dead
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6. |
When I Close My Eyes
03:56
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In a moment of sudden silence
A gas station in the night
I stop in for someone
I’m looking for someone
A black car stands in the park
I see you to get inside
Red dress like every other night
We both know the secret
We both know the truth
Egos made of ice
Our hearts of ice
We will make the night our sin
In a bed of roses you'll never lay
In the morning light you can never hide
When I close my eyes that’s all I see
That’s all I see
Where am I if I can’t hear my voice?
A quick meal at a Max
I’ve stopped in for someone
I’m looking for someone
The phone rings I wonder if it’s late
A message spelled wrong
I know you had some fun tonight
And you know what I mean
Egos made of ice
Our hearts of ice
We will make the night our sin
In a bed of roses you'll never lay
In the morning light we will fall apart
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7. |
Blue-eyed Vanity
03:24
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Take part to this crazy show, go ahead
Be the star your dress is worth the first prize
Take off your dress, it will work so well
Not to be confused with a vulgar style
Beyond the night a rising light
No tears no fears we need no pills
Dream on and on and on
Shallowness no longer works
Join the masquerade while you can
Don't be shy the party is getting so wild
Babe don't be scared to lose what you've never had
Your perfect blue eyes match the new hairstyle
Beyond the night a rising light
No tears no fears we need no pills
Dream on and on and on
Shallowness no longer works
Beyond the night
(Shawloness works no more)
A rising light
(Shallowness no longer works)
We need no pills
(Shawloness works no more)
We need no pills
(Shallowness no longer works)
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8. |
New Year's Eve
04:02
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Remember that night
When we were young
And there was nothing dreamt about
'Cause beauty doesn’t last long
On new year's eve
I felt your heart so close
Drunk and stupid
I’ve watched the future fade away
That new year’s eve
Your eyes were bigger than the moon
No drugs made you happier
No one made you happier
Giulia show me that smile again
In these pictures I hold the passing of the time
I'd love myself if my intentions were pure
I'd love myself if I loved my mother as she deserves
I'd leave this life if I found God's love
I'd leave this world without love on new year's day
On new year's day
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