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it this time All the despots are scared The port has a seam ripped wide open Don't hesitate (don't hesitate) to crawl inside Spend all your time in a sound
In this room the hours of love Differ in shades of grey Still make shadows In this room the hours of love Differ in fears, we'll shake lovers That on
The sun is setting, a distant hill Pour the bottles at the horizon The water tower bleeds from the heat Paint the sun, guess my reaction No retreat, not
[German?] Our house is a house that moves just like the Ocean Just like the Ocean My angel, Empathy Drawn me beneath her wings, want slender fingers
There?s a line, there?s a dozen more Wrapping in a room, your country doors There?s a man, he?s holding a pitcher of water Follow him into the house,
It's just a little less (Ah, sorry, sorry, Let me do that again) It's just a lot like you're pushing too hard It's just a little less You compensate enough
And endless crowds of people, they walk upon this stone Where will their memory go, where did their minds come from? And I was only a child when I first
In this room the hours of love different shades of grey still make shadows... Feel your hand, Stranger Feel your hand, Stranger Fill your hand, Stranger
your pride, use your time Wasted life, feel the music change your mind Where's your body, where's your soul Wasted life, feel the music change your mind... [Inaudible, sounds
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend
hear sounds we are changed we are no longer the same after hearing certain sounds and this is more the case when we hear organized sounds sounds organized
Five on fire Raise the bar We multiply All the fault you call Has taken its toll I jump out the window (Yea) both eyes open wide More frequently excuses
on the last I will For our eyes, one by one While everybody else could be fighting out For all this, for all this Well everybody else could be fighting
(I've been trapped here for one hundred years Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel Isn't there a way out, now? Brave friend