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Sunglasses before water
04:16
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Sunglasses before water
Backdrop, the space between your words and
Looks like rubbing out cartoon bones in a graveyard
Shift out of the focus, dirty little business
Over your head and the rooftops
Count me in, catch me up on the taking
Turns out or off with its head's always for the
Best keep washing your hands with the rope
Burn baby burns to a dead stop
Everything seems smaller all the bigger you
Crave for the scratching the pleasure of
Itching to off with its head, washing your hands
Boiling in uncomfortable shoes
There's a life more miserable than this
World in a whole wide mess more
Seriously such a dirty little business
Over your head and the rooftops.
Sunglasses before water...
Cheap shot, governed by announcement well-read
Meat thrown down at your blistered feet
First order virtue signalling
Me squared as clear as the mud speaks
Echo back, echo back to the space
Between what you say and you do is how you figure to
Play me from the default, backscratch on the taking turns
Everything seems smaller all the bigger you
Crave for the scratching the pleasure of
Itching to off with its head, washing your hands
Boiling in uncomfortable shoes
There's a life more miserable than this
Word in a whole wide mess more
Seriously such a dirty little business
Over your head and the rooftops
Sunglasses before water…
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You should shoot us on sight…
I recall nothing at all of favours
I missed all your line in saving graces
You should shoot us on sight…
Sound off from the penthouse blocks
Soundbite down crashing into your world
And I remember
Too many things
You should shoot us on sight…
With what you can offer and all that I lack
Sure start, lower than zero, clawing back the odds
Sound off…
Sound off, I remember
Soundbite down, forgive, forget
Best ask lost god number one
I remember too many things
Pretend your party’s like a DVD
Dust on the shelf, more out of touch than reach,
I’m sorry honey was it guaranteed
No sense in money back on obsolete
I had a party on your DVD
I had a party on your DVD
I ada party on your DVD
You should shoot us on sight…
Got a feeling that it’s finally crashing up right through your world
Got a feeling that it’s finally crashing up right through your world
You should shoot us on sight…
Stand up, they’re bringing on the empty horses
Sound off, always with the empty horses
You should shoot us on sight…
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3. |
Happy 4 Sad
05:00
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Happy for Sad
Tracing cracked ceilings, nothing like feeling quite the most inhuman of
beings, following the shadows round from first broad daylight
Stay at home, outside's the kind of place you'd find a wounded one-winged
angel weep, trying to picture colours out of fragments left from black and white
All the tea in China, all the ghosts of New York
Back to bull and bear face, doublespeak and loose talk
Let me take my happy for sad and let's get on with the day
All the tea in China, all the ghosts of New York
Back to bull and bear face, doublespeak and loose talk
Let me take my happy for sad and let's get on with the day
Thinking on the pros and cons of isolation, narrowed to a one world room, standing still and staring hard can push it open
Race to recreate the same that just needs taking, ripping up and starting
again - how’d you piece together what was always broken?
All the tea in China, all the ghosts of New York
Back to bull and bear face, doublespeak and loose talk
Let me take my happy for sad and let's get on with the day
Something for the weekend, gone by Friday lunchtime
Balance on prescription, beauty always free, open wide
And take your happy for sad and let's get on with the day
Balance before beauty, lonely as the mud flies
Only turn us loose to nurse them back to good times
Let's just take our happy for sad and then get on with the day
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Let's go underground
03:14
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Let's go underground
Put it in your pocket, don't ask where I got it
Take it and I mean it, keep it till you need it
If this is what you wanted, everything is sorted
Just hide down on the backseat and soon enough we're home free
Let's go underground, faceless off the map, change our hair and names
Steal out of the lost and found, let's go underground, tomorrow on our way
Nothing is forgiven, it's nothing I could live
I don't know how you can sleep, I don't know how you can sleep
I call it how I see it, wouldn't want to be be it
Kneel and beg my mercy on the floor at my feet
Let's go underground, faceless off the map, change our hair and names
Steal out of the lost and found, let's go underground, tomorrow on our way
All I need is asking and all of this ending
But not even a whisper carries on the wind here
So put it in your pocket, don't ask where I got it
I think you're gonna need it, I think you're gonna need it
Let's go underground, let's go underground, let's go underground, let's
underground..
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The Noise Who Runs Lille, France
Anglo-French dark electronic rock and pop with heavy influences of indie, EDM and trip hop.
Formed in 2019 by Sneaker Pimps’ lyricist Ian Pickering along with guitarist Felipe Goes.
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