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Tiny storms
04:47
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Solitude is not your problem
feeling proud of little monsters
dancing all night for you
turning your hair in blue
Spin around with tiny storms, fast
lift your soul from bed and catch lights
I'm up for the rest of night
I'm busy to hear no one
I live in quiet nights this time
I'm staring at the open
I feel these bullets left no scars
I'm staring at the open
I close my eyes with daily light
I'm staring at the open
I walk my mind through secret stars
I'm staring at the open
I'm leaving home at foggy times
I'm staring at the open
I bought a candle with magic wax
I'm staring at the open
You chose discrete control of time
I'm staring at the open
I've broke all strings of my guitars
I'm staring at the open
Silence is a funny story
Whispers never stop, so glorious
Searching my head at times
I'm singing a note too high
Legacy is not my torture
proud of me for drawing straight lines
I'm saving on painter's brush
waiting for colors right
I live in quiet nights this time
I'm staring at the open
I feel these bullets left no scars
I'm staring at the open
I close my eyes with daily light
I'm staring at the open
I walk my mind through secret stars
I'm staring at the open
I'm leaving home at foggy times
I'm staring at the open
I bought a candle with magic wax
I'm staring at the open
You chose discrete control of time
I'm staring at the open
I've broke all strings of my guitars
I'm staring at the open
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Certainty
04:22
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So far from being so delicate
Proof is, I lost my attitude
Waited, days made of centuries
Killing, thoughts were so negative
Are you sure, that this is place for me, and I won't get to fall?
Are you sure that truth is what we need instead of lying bold?
Are you sure, that all these spinning souls are rushing without goal?
Are you sure, that doctors have right pills to cure melancholy?
I am not sure.
Painting pages with certainty
Cleaning, though I'm not perfectionist
Scratching down in my barrel
I've found us, so strong in sanity
Are you sure, that this is place for me, and I won't get to fall?
Are you sure that truth is what we need instead of lying bold?
Are you sure? Accepted all I did, but don't like me at all.
Are you sure, that doctors have right pills to cure melancholy?
I am not sure.
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Vampires of Vitamin D
05:33
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Doctor, wise man, please help, I feel tired, sort of sick
Since days, been sitting and lying, oh I feel tired, sort of sick
Drank Leffe, to forget, still too tired, sort of sick
Doctor, tell me, I’m crazy? Oh I’m just tired, sort of sick
I can’t complain, I feel tired sort of sick
I can’t complain, I feel tired sort of sick
I can’t complain, I feel tired sort of sick
I can’t complain, I feel tired sort of sick
No can’t complain, well I’m almost dying and I’m sort of sick
Son you know, this town? There are vampires of Vitamin D
Cover your neck, you have bleeding Vitamin D
Don’t let them get you, you ran out of Vitamin D
You know, this town, there are vampires of Vitamin D
You know, this town, there are vampires of Vitamin D
You know, this town, there are vampires of Vitamin D
You know, this town, there are vampires of Vitamin D
No don’t complain, just get pills of Vitamin D
Doctor, wise man, that helps, I’m on pills of Vitamin D
Won’t let them close, all those vampires of Vitamin D
Still they’re so hot, the sweets vampires of Vitamin D
My sexy lovers, they are all Vampires of Vitamin D
My sexy lovers, they are all Vampires of Vitamin D
My sexy lovers, they are all Vampires of Vitamin D
My sexy lovers, they are all Vampires of Vitamin D
No won’t complain, I’m on pills of Vitamin D
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Bubble capital town
04:22
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I've got a fixed tic-toc that plays at the core of my head
I've got a clear straight knock out sound at the core of my head
I've got to seat, lean backward, let it out of my head
I've got to feel dirt road, dust, quick, to begin making sense
My funny feelings are spinning circle in Bubble center
We are plastic badges, time regulated, in hiding shelters
It's raining better, on lockdown lives, in Bla-bla center
Beware of Drønes, escape surveillance, and run from senseless
I've got few tricks to move beyond, though my chiefs think I ain't
Through daily talks, style Muppets show, I just smile as defence
I see an army in marathons that they run by themselves
All egoistic fingers pointing, the art of backstab
My funny feelings are spinning circle in Bubble center
We are plastic badges, time regulated, in hiding shelters
It's raining better, on lockdown lives, in Bla-bla center
Beware of Drønes, escape surveillance, and run from senseless
Beware of Drønes, escape surveillance, and run from senseless
Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes
Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes
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So far from being so delicate
Proof is, I lost my attitude
Waited, days made of centuries
Killing, thoughts were so negative
Are you sure, that this is place for me, and I won't get to fall?
Are you sure that truth is what we need instead of lying bold?
Are you sure, that all these spinning souls are rushing without goal?
Are you sure, that doctors have right pills to cure melancholy?
I am not sure.
Painting pages with certainty
Cleaning, though I'm not perfectionist
Scratching down in my barrel
I've found us, so strong in sanity
Are you sure, that this is place for me, and I won't get to fall?
Are you sure that truth is what we need instead of lying bold?
Are you sure? Accepted all I did, but don't like me at all.
Are you sure, that doctors have right pills to cure melancholy?
I am not sure.
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I've got a fixed tic-toc that plays at the core of my head
I've got a clear straight knock out sound at the core of my head
I've got to seat, lean backward, let it out of my head
I've got to feel dirt road, dust, quick, to begin making sense
My funny feelings are spinning circle in Bubble center
We are plastic badges, time regulated, in hiding shelters
It's raining better, on lockdown lives, in Bla-bla center
Beware of Drønes, escape surveillance, and run from senseless
I've got few tricks to move beyond, though my chiefs think I ain't
Through daily talks, style Muppets show, I just smile as defence
I see an army in marathons that they run by themselves
All egoistic fingers pointing, the art of backstab
My funny feelings are spinning circle in Bubble center
We are plastic badges, time regulated, in hiding shelters
It's raining better, on lockdown lives, in Bla-bla center
Beware of Drønes, escape surveillance, and run from senseless
Beware of Drønes, escape surveillance, and run from senseless
Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes
Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes
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DrØnes '72 Brussels, Belgium
Brussels-based alternative rock band, shaking the Bubble around you.
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