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Annie
03:11
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Oh Annie, it's been a while since we talked
I can hardly remember the face that once's been mine
Our road trips in the fields, when we kissed on the hill
And no one seems to know
Wherever i go you walked out
Doors have been closed so many times
I've been looking for a ghost did I ? (x2)
Well I won't go far now
Cause every road you take is locked
I've often been told your league was way too high
But nothing's too high for a lie
And I'm waiting for love to die
Annie you left hell of a mess
In my life and in my dress
I can't even see the light fall
And I don't see what anyone could see at all
Annie you meant no arm I know
Everyone step aside from life once in a while
But as I'm watching your legs I can see a kind of light
That could make any heart sad
That could kill anyone's heart
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2. |
Wounded
03:10
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Now look,
Anywhere behind
And anywhere you're fine
And anywhere you made the lights so hard to find
Now shoot
any heart you want
Keep any song I sang
And any piece of love you had left for us
You fooled
Anyone 'round
Any track of life
You foolded
Any eyes you found
Any living soul in the house
Now I want
Your body close to mine
And our lips intertwine
Keep you last dance alive for me tonight
Now I don't know where you fell
Your eyes start to fade
And youth is such a drag for me to live today
Your hair were just a dark curtain
And your eyes, a rush of cocaïne
Your legs around my spine
Your mouth full of wine
You made that clear
I've been wounded by your spear
And I've lost any drops of blood
Any faith in love
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3. |
The Gardener
03:28
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I wanne clim up your cliffs like a common field
I wanna spit on your fears, like children would scream
I wanna hold on your sweater and be never alone
With you
And all the things you do
I wanna change all the crawlers into lovin' gloves
And throw out the wankers with a loud slammin' door
I wanna tie me up to bed, even be tear up in shreds
If it could hold me close
To your hand
And slow I grow, like rollercoaster goes
I wanna feel, I wanna feel, your past days near.
I wanna feel the death bed of an unknown fear
I've been dead on you lips, I would grow back still
When everebody told me how I was into tears
My love keeps growing
Under snow
Over the step of your white doors, I was never in love
but I came back to steam, like everything rose
I could be a dead body as I was in your eyes
I wanna steal from your father, the hand he denied (to me)
I wanna grow up your leaves, even come back to tears
I wanna climb up your cliffs, like they're common fields
When you crumble inside but you're foolin' around
I know you have your fears, me my sack of tears
And slow I grow, like rollercoaster goes
I wanna feel, I wanna feel, your past days near.
I wanna feel the death bed of an unknown fear
I've been dead on you lips, I would grow back still
When everebody told me how I was into tears
My love keeps growing
Under snow
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