1. |
Vulture
02:53
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Outlive
The shadow of sorrow
Don't give
What you can't let go
Vulture
Picking through your life
Vulture
Carrion to survive
Dark eyes front a head of rain
Open skull to a cascade
Marxist self-critique, my friend
All there is left is death, my friend
Culture
When two Sevens Clash
Sculpture
Turning into ash
Vulture
Picking through your life
Vulture
Carrion to survive
Leaving grievance in the past
Leave your grievance in the past
Marxist self-critique, my friend
All there is left is death, is death
Heathens speak to wild things
Pagans make burnt offerings
No quarter given, no quarter asked
No quarter given, no quarter asked
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2. |
I Only See You in Dreams
03:05
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In the absence of light
You step into my mind
Troubled thoughts fall through my eyes
When we rendezvous like spies
I only see you in my dreams
Walking high on steel beams
With the world below
I only see you in my dreams
But nothing’s as it seems
And we may never know
Words fall out of my mouth
But you read them on the ground
I can never make out your face
And you never make sound
I only see you in my dreams
I only see you in my dreams
I only see you in my dreams
Walking high on steel beams
With the world below
I only see you in my dreams
But nothing’s as it seems
And we may never know
In dreams, in dreams
I’m alive
In dreams, in dreams
You survive
In dreams, in dreams
I survive
In dreams, in dreams
You’re alive
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3. |
Yo Soy Rebelde
02:41
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Yo
Soy rebelde porque el mundo me ha hecho así
Porque nadie me ha tratado con amor
Porque nadie me ha querido nunca oír
Yo
Soy rebelde porque siempre sin razón
Me negaron todo aquello que pedí
Y me dieron solamente incomprensión
Y quisiera ser
Como el niño aquél
Como el hombre aquel que es feliz
Y quisiera dar
Lo que hay en mí
Todo a cambio de una amistad
Y soñar
Y vivir
Y olvidar el rencor
Y cantar
Y reír
Y sentir solo amor
Yo
Soy rebelde porque el mundo me ha hecho así
Porque nadie me ha tratado con amor
Porque nadie me ha querido nunca oír
Y quisiera ser
Como el niño aquél
Como el hombre aquel que es feliz
Y quisiera dar
Lo que hay en mí
Todo a cambio de una amistad
Y soñar
Y vivir
Y olvidar el rencor
Y cantar
Y reír
Y sentir solo amor
Lyrics: Ana Magdalena
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4. |
Life Love Leather
03:46
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This town is not my home
But it's almost all I've ever known
In this city all alone
Where it seems Christ’s love is dead and gone
My Life
My Love
My Leather
To Bosco
OoOoOh, so lonely
A creature of no country
Every turn I made was wrong
And there is no place where I belong
My Life
My Love
My Leather
To Bosco
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5. |
Lion of Troy
02:43
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The boy from Troy has come
They call out your name
Lion! Lion!
Lion! Lion!
The boy from Troy is gone
We won't forget your name
Lion! Lion!
Lion! Lion!
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