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Kiss her Hand
03:14
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Kiss her hand
When the leather wind blows
I'm stuck into a face-less crowd
I'm no use to speak loud,
I'm wearing stuff which are not mine.
They amaze me with words that I can't understand.
And I wink and I hummed, and I strangle my hand.
And she did not say a word
She was dancing in the scheme and beyond
And I did not say a word
We both knew what was goin' on.
And I kissed her hand.
When the leather wind blows
When freaks and wizards turn around
I'm no use to speak loud
Some of them were looking for the ground.
They amaze me with words but I can't understand
And I wink and I hummed, and I show them my pains.
She was standing in there
Sweep the rhythm of its curly hair
We did not say a word
We both knew what was goin' on
And I kissed her hand.
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Rough Walkers
03:57
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Rough Walkers
Rough walkers on the Highway
Limping trough the dawn
With your voice of wood and honey
You knew how to do, my love.
We threw seeds in the morning
Old rhythms, golden lines,
I didn't have any look back,
We blew our breath on tracks.
We were dancing so entwine,
in the down of the night
We forgot all about still-born passions,
We knew nothing about their songs.
But sometimes we can both have
Some strange and secret tales
We carry on with one heart for two
By love and reason we go on trough.
Rough walkers on the Highway
Limping trough the dawn
With your voice of wood and honey
Now I know how to do, my love.
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Old-Time Melody
02:34
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Old-Time Melody
Here come that old-time melody
And I should get out and go home
I know it need some place to be
At the end, we shall know who is right or wrong
You meet my own true love of mine
You blew your steel breath on her mind
You had the time, you had the choice
There was so many lies in your voice
Here come that old-time melody
And I should get out and go home
I know it need some place to be
At the end, we shall know who is right or wrong
I touched her skin, her loneliness,
Spread on my hand the vacuum that I guess.
Some bitters ideas have grown
I search for her parfum all around
Here come that old-time melody
And I should get out and go home
I know it need some place to be
At the end, we shall know who is right or wrong
I was born in the dawn of a saturday
I learned how to leave not how to stay
But I can read in your bleeding soul,
And seems to be back when i'm really gone
Here come that old-time melody
And I should get out and go home
I know it need some place to be
At the end, we shall know who is right or wrong
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Held On
03:50
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Held on
You wake up
Your eyes are bleeding since you broke up.
Yes you know,yes you know.
That something bad has happened in there
And you're afraid to go.
Your fears have grew in the distance
Inside the wheel of your darkest dreams
Any reason to go?
Any reason to know?
Any reason to get on?
You hold your sorrow in your broken arms
Is that the way that you held on?
You make up
You try to hide the wounds but it's grow up
Yes you know yes you know
That something bad has happened in there
And you're afraid to show
your feelings filled by steel and stones,
Your skin 's about to free your bones
Any reason to go now?
Any reason to show?
Any reason to get on?
You hold your sorrow in your broken arms
Is that the way that you held on?
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Say Something
02:47
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Say Something
Say something
There're so many words.
Say something,
You're not alone.
Your mum' is over there
Life is everywhere,
May you free your voice through the air.
Say something
No matter if it's right or wrong.
Say something
Make your voice be heard.
Say something
You don't have to be afraid.
Your mum' is over there
Life is everywhere,
It could be just a whisper or just a song
Say something
No matter if it's right or wrong.
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