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Riposte
04:12
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In my daydream you were standing on the couch
Some californian songs in the background
The ashtray was an excuse for you to crouch
And smoke was drilling the sound
City light is the view
From my flat, the owls are now just a few
Hear the sound,
Surrounding the fences you built around your eyes
I should have strew some stones from there
Why do you never pick up the phone when I call ?
I’m prowling in every street, I’m looking like a ghost
Should I let this into a pile of waste
Or should I riposte ?
I was hoping you were quite more refined
See how grossly you curved the truth the last time
No more aces, you’re a vixen in the headlights
I guess you only have to fold
City light is the view
From my flat, the owls are now just a few
Hear the sound,
Surrounding the fences you built around your eyes
I should have strew some stones from there
Why do you never pick up the phone when I call ?
I’m prowling in every street, I’m looking like a ghost
Should I let this into a pile of waste
Or should I riposte ?
I should have strew some stones from there
Why do you never pick up the phone when I call ?
I should have strew some stones from there
Why do you never pick up the phone when I call ?
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2. |
Keepsakes Riot
03:19
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Keepsakes riot in your head
Flashing as the pilot light by your bed
Bitterness had never lost weight
I guess haters are made to hate
A fierce tingle since you’re single
Cinderella went to the wrong chapel
You thought you had fished the moon
But no honey-taste or bells or groom
You’re spending your hollow days trying to smuggle some gratitude
Or throwing reckless coins in a well
Throwing reckless coins in a well
Summertime sparkles, unsuspected drop magnitude
For the delight you can’t propel
Do I have to catch the point by myself ?
I doubt that everything is in order on a shelf
The fibs are not as mesmerizing as they were
A ton of lines dropped by a ghostwriter
You're shifting your mind in order to get it spotless
And there's a frown stuck on your face
It’s useless as your hopeless mess process
A bright varnish is not enough to be a huntress
You’re spending your hollow days trying to smuggle some gratitude
Or throwing reckless coins in a well
Throwing reckless coins in a well
Summertime sparkles, unsuspected drop magnitude
For the delight you can’t propel
Do I have to catch the point by myself ?
I doubt that everything is in order on a shelf
The fibs are not as mesmerizing as they were
A ton of lines dropped by a ghostwriter
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In no peculiar mood, just teasing my luck
When through the room the sweat had snuck
She’s got a leather coat and a modern soul
Hanging around, stirring the coal
It’s a sawn-off shotgun, it’s not a lipstick
She can bend the time, she’s magnetic
Her heroes are from the 60’s
And her haircut outdoes the ones from « Grease »
But she tempts the storm,
Squandering punchlines, searching for a cause
There's vacuum in her eyes when she’s giving a round of applause
The morning truths are not the evening ones
She's singing « Eeny, meeny, miny, moe »
Then she catch a tiger by the toe
The boots echoes on the cobblestones
I want to go deeper through the midnight zone
Coax me, flick me, sly witty lady
I’m sure you got a thousand tales for me
Sometimes secrets have secrets
And wishes are trying to be bargains
But she tempts the storm,
Squandering punchlines, searching for a cause
There's vacuum in her eyes when she’s giving a round of applause
The morning truths are not the evening ones
Show me how you catch the light
But she tempts the storm,
Squandering punchlines, searching for a cause
There's vacuum in her eyes when she’s giving a round of applause
The morning truths are not the evening ones
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4. |
Smoke Alarms
06:03
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I need the great end
There's a cold tune to be shaped but we deserve fire
Ignite turmoil from a touch and I'll flood it with colors
Your lips, they turned red and here I'm young again
The earth might open somewhere over there
And the stars are falling from your hair
It's as fierce as it's close and your ghost is no more a look-alike
Hand in hand, chasing at the comets trails
See how you can distract the wolves that roam under dim light
I bet you can keep secrets, let's keep misbehaving for years
Evidence took me to your mouth and I thought I'd never get obsessed
And here I'm speaking gibberish, I got some problems to word my thoughts.
It seems more thrilling when it's banned, hearing the words you soughed
We’re dancing like we could win but it probably makes it worst
She grabbed me tightly and I forgot some things I've learned
It's as fierce as it's close and your ghost is no more a look-alike
Hand in hand, chasing at the comets trails
See how you can distract the wolves that roam under dim light
I bet you can keep secrets, let's keep misbehaving for years
We triggered some smoke alarms, fancy sensations
The thud of love kicked in within us
And I guess it would be a trouble for your puppet
Did the guiltiness start itching you ?
We triggered some smoke alarms, fancy sensations
The thud of love kicked in within us
And I guess it would be a trouble for your puppet
Did the guiltiness start itching you ?
We triggered some smoke alarms, fancy sensations
The thud of love kicked in within us
And I guess it would be a trouble for your puppet
Did the guiltiness start itching you ?
We triggered some smoke alarms, fancy sensations
The thud of love kicked in within us
And I guess it would be a trouble for your puppet
Did the guiltiness start itching you ?
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New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
Like a rat in a cage
Pulling minimum wage
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
New York, you're safer
And you're wasting my time
Our records all show
You are filthy but fine
But they shuttered your stores
When you opened the doors
To the cops who were bored
Once they'd run out of crime
New York, you're perfect
Don't please don't change a thing
Our mild billionaire mayor's
Now convinced he's a king
So the boring collect
I mean all disrespect
In the neighborhood bars
I'd once dreamt I would drink
New York, I Love You
But you're freaking me out
There's a ton of the twist
But we're fresh out of shout
Like a death in the hall
That you hear through your wall
New York, I Love You
But you're freaking me out
And oh.. Take me off your mailing list
For those who think that it still exists
Yes, for kids who think that it still exists
Maybe I'm wrong
And maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
And just maybe you're right
Maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
And just maybe you're right
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