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1. |
The Times We Never Had
04:19
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No fun, no pain – no loss, no gain
Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
Don’t you feel that times gettin tougher – u gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – don’t feel sorry for me as we all love to suffer
No sun, no snow – no run, no go
No fun, no pain – no loss, no gain
Don‘t you dare to mess up your sorrows – don‘t dare to recall all that sweet tomorrows
Don’t you see the times gettin tougher – what a great day to say:
Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
Who’s sorry for that day we all went mad
I’m sorry for the times we never had
No sun, no rain – no loss, no gain
Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
Don’t you feel that times gettin tougher – u gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – don’t feel sorry for me as we all love to suffer
No bass, no fame – no guns, no shame
Who’s sorry for the day you made me sad
Who’s sorry for the night I found your dad
Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
I’m sorry for the times we never had
Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
Don’t you feel that your time is gettin tougher – you gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
Don’t you see thing are gettin tougher – i’m just hitting your face but that’s no reason to suffer
Who’s sorry for the day you made me sad
Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
I’m sorry for the times we never had
Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
Who’s sorry for the night I found your dad
Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
I’m sorry for the times we never had
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2. |
Faking News
04:08
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I don’t wanna know what you think
Fed up with paying attention
Analyzing bricks doesn’t build a thing
That’s all I have to mention
Faking news makes me feel better
As facing truth makes me feel mad
Analysing past doesn’t make much sense
While sitting on a cruising missile
Finalizing things come to an end
If you start to re-dial
Faking news makes me feel better
Reality is all too sad
I don’t wanna want somebody
To tell me that I want someone who…
Who tells me what to think to make my day
I don’t need to see somebody
To show me how to wear my glasses
That’s why I close my eyes and drift away…
Faking news makes me feel better
As facing you makes me feel mad
I don’t wanna hear if you call
Sensation’s not attraction
Paralyzing bricks doesn’t pay no walls
Better mind the intersection
Faking news make things look better
When facing truth makes you feel sad
Having a clue does sometimes matter
When breaking news just make you mad
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3. |
Sundae
07:04
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Saving my coins for a better day
Brighten my stars for a Saturday
Call me a sundae, waiting for someday
Drowning in love on your birthday
Smashing my phone on a Thursday
Call me a sundae, freezed in for someday
I’m fine all day but frying all night
Time’s always late and out of sight
You’re right: No light no bright
Saving my words for a better day
That brightens your world on a Saturday
Call me a sundae, waiting for someday
Drowning in love on a Thursday
Who’s on the phone on your birthday?
Call me a sundae, freezed in for someday
Flying all day but dying all night
Love’s way too great to be in sight
You’re right: No light no sight
Collecting ideas for Saturday
Saving my fears for a better day
Call me a sundae, freezed in for someday
Scared to the bones on a Thursday
Hide from your phone on your birthday
Call me a sundae, freezed in for someday
I’m fine all day but sighing all night
No way to say “no land in sight”
You’re right: No kite no hight
Flying all day and dying all night
Love’s way too grey to be in sight
You’re right: No light no sight
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4. |
Die blaue Frau
05:28
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5. |
Acid Blues No.1
03:50
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6. |
Pride
05:50
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I don’t care about your warnings
As I don’t like the things you say
I don’t want to be one’s dawning
I just want to get away with all I am and all I have achieved so far and burn those plans to
Feed your soothing pride, i’ll dry my tears and sigh just to show i’m fine (and happy) my wings can’t make you fly, they won’t chase your fears or hide how low’s the line
Will you care about my warnings
As you won’t hear the things I say
Might have never been one’s dawning
I just want to get away with all I am and all I have achieved so far and burn all plans to
Be your soothing bride, to dry your tears or cry just to show i’m fine (and happy) my wings can’t make you fly, they won’t chase your fears or hide how low’s the line
I just want to get away with all I am and all I have achieved so far and burn those plans to
Feed each other’s pride, I won’t dry your tears or cry just to show i’m fine (and happy) my wings can’t make you fly, they won’t chase your fears or hide how wrong’s our line.
I don’t care about your warnings
As I don’t like the things you say
I don’t want to be one’s dawning
I just want to get away with all I am and all I have achieved so far and burn all plans to
Feed your soothing pride, I won’t dry your tears or cry just to show i’m fine (and happy) my wings can’t make you fly, they won’t chase your fears or hide how wrong’s our line
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7. |
Silently Sliding
04:46
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Whatcha Wanna See If You’re on Your Knees
While You Bite the Dust You’ve Been Always Moving On
What Would You Do If Weird Things Came True
Though You Always Knew What the Hell to Do
Whatcha Gonna Think If Your Hair Turned Pink
While You Inhale the Stuff You Always Did Rely On
And What You’ll Do If Red Dreams Turned Blue
Though You Never Ever Knew What the Hell to Do
You’re Silently Sliding into My Heart
Our Love Keeps Us Back from Falling Apart
Whatcha Wanna See When You’re Your Knees
While You Bite the Dust You’ve Been Always Moving On
Now What to Do If Fake News Came True
Though You Always Knew What the Hell to Do
Whatcha Gonna Find If the World Turned Blind
While You Leave the Cloud You’ve Been Always Sitting On
And What You’ll Do If Red Dreams Turned Blue
Though You Never Knew What the Hell to Do
You’re Silently Sliding into My Love
I’m Silently Sliding into Above
Whatcha Wanna See If You’re on Your Knees
While You Bite the Dust You’ve Been Always Moving On
What Would You Do If Weird Things Came True
Though You Always Knew What the Hell to Do
Whatcha Gonna Think If Your Hair Turned Pink
While You Inhale the Stuff You Always Did Rely On
And What You’ll Do If Red Dreams Turned Blue
Though You Never Ever Knew What the Hell to Do
You’re Silently Sliding into My Heart
Our Love Keeps Us Back from Falling Apart
Whatcha Gonna Find If the World Turned Blind
While You Leave the Cloud You’ve Been Always Sitting On
So What to Do If All Your Dreams Came True
Though You Never Knew What the Hell to Do
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8. |
Call
06:21
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9. |
Random Conversation
05:12
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I did never care too much ‘bout dangers
Parental warnings to the contrary – and not to cause sensation
They said I shouldn’t talk to stangers
What if we wouldn’t have been open to some random conversation?
I did never care too much ‘bout dangers
Parental warnings to the contrary – and not to cause sensation
They said I shouldn’t talk to stangers
What if we wouldn’t have been open to some random conversation?
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10. |
Rotten Rolls
02:46
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Where’s your goal you forgotten soul, get out of your hole
Wash your face, play some dirty bass and eat your rotten roll
Make my day this is all I say out of my goldfish bowl
Break no bones, putting on your phones and eat your rotten rolls
Wash you face, play some dirty bass and chew that rotten roll
Where’s your goal you forgotten soul, get out of your hole
Wash your face, play some dirty bass and eat your rotten roll
Make my day this is all I say out of my goldfish bowl
Break no bones, putting on your phones and eat your rotten rolls
Wash you face, play some dirty bass and chew that rotten roll
Wash you face – play some dirty bass – wash you face
Wash you face – play some dirty bass
Where’s your goal you forgotten soul, get out of your hole
Wash your face, play some dirty bass and eat your rotten roll
Where’s your goal you forgotten soul, get out of your hole
Wash your face, play some dirty bass and eat your rotten roll
Make my day this is all I say out of my goldfish bowl
Break no bones, putting on your phones and eat your rotten rolls
Wash you face, play some dirty bass and chew that rotten roll
Wash you face …
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11. |
Anaheim Jive
03:09
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12. |
Lieblingslied
05:08
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13. |
Can We Run
05:03
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You’re trapped in the wheel
Created games
And all we would do is run alone
A silent stream of something real
A long gone memory of a dream
Never liked this fucking weather
Didn’t care about messy weekends
These tangles are holding me down
Can we run, can we run
Can we run away
Pretending we could stay?
You’re on the road
You feel it coming
Like an old best friend’s laugh it’s contagious
Oh, does it make you happy?
Can’t you really feel it
Or can we just leave it behind?
Can we run, can we run?
Can we run away
Pretending we could stay?
Can we run, can we run?
Can we run away
Pretending we could stay?
Can we run, can we run?
Can we run away
Pretending we could stay?
Can we run, can we run?
Can we run away
Pretending we could stay?
Can we run, can we run?
Can we run away
Pretending we could stay?
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No bass, no fame – no guns, no shame
Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
Don’t you feel that times gettin tougher – u gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – what a great day to say:
Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
I’m sorry for the times we never had
Don‘t you dare to mess up your sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all that sweet tomorrows
Don’t you see the times gettin tough – what a great day to say:
Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
Who’s sorry for the night I found your dad
Who’s sorry for that day we all went mad
I’m sorry for the times we never had
Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
Don’t you feel that times gettin tougher – you gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – what a great day to say:
Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
I’m sorry for the times we never had
No bass, no fame – no guns, no shame
Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – what a great day to say:
Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
I’m sorry for the times we never had
Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
I’m sorry for the times we never had
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15. |
Do It
05:29
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16. |
Gasbags
05:10
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There’s nothing in the way you walk
There’s nothing in the way you talk
There’s nothing in the way you move
And if you’d beat a drum you’d kill the groove
But to be true – don’t wanna be without you
You always finished up your daily bread
But never ever bought sore words of missing
You were taught to always hide your soul like unsung songs
Looks like someone caged your wisdom
To make the gasbags rising high to keep you low – so low
There’s nothing in the way you walk
There’s nothing in the way you talk
There’s nothing in the way you move
And if you’d beat a drum you’d kill the groove
But to be true - there’s no one like you
You always finished up your daily bread
But never ever bought sore words of missing
You were taught to always hide your soul like unsung songs
Looks like someone caged your wisdom
To make the gasbags rising high to keep you low – so low
You always finished up your daily bread
But never ever bought sore words of missing
You were taught to always hide your soul like unsung songs
Looks like someone caged your wisdom
To make the gasbags rising high to keep you down - way down
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