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Hands
03:19
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Hands
Wasting away, wasting your time
Each hour pounds a heavenly chime
Each arm, every direction
Roughly fitted in your confection
There's a place beside her in bed
Where all of my intentions led
Dreaded from the day we met, that I'd
Love to lose, but hate to regret
Whoever did put me here
After all I'm grateful
The stars have all come down
Oh baby, slow down
Or, not as planned,
You'll end up in my hands
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Lucid
03:21
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Lucid
One night I took off to the stars
Left the city below me
'Round midnight, early summer night
You were waiting there for me
To see the world with brand new eyes
Come on down and be my girl
To see the world with brand new eyes
Come on down and be my lover
One night I launched off to the stars
Rotten city below me
'Round midnight, I don't remember right
You know it's beyond me
To see the world with brand new eyes
Come on down and be my girl
To see the world with brand new eyes
Come on down
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3. |
Mother's Day
03:35
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Mother's Day
Hallelujah
I can hear the ringin' bells
Hallelujah
It seems it's mothers' day
I'll turn to mine, you'll turn to your's
To discuss both loss and gain
Hallelujah
Baptised in the filth of rain
My kids, my children
Sometimes, my children
Somehow, my children
Find shelter my kids, my children
Hallelujah
Sometimes, I want to, but I can't
Hallelujah
I need to, I'm no longer safe
Hallelujah
To run, but where, but where?
Her arms are calling "dear"
*
My kids, my children
My kids, my children
Even I, my children
Am lost, then found again
Hallelujah
I can hear the ringing bells
Hallelujah
It seems it's mothers' day
Hallelujah
I'll turn to your's again
Hallelujah
Baptised in the filth of rain
My kids, my children
Sometimes, my children
My kids, my children
Find shelter my kids, my children
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4. |
Lovely Love
03:56
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Lovely Love
You dance, you move
And the whole wide world rests between your legs
And you try to prove
Otherwise, but your body is mine
You wage, you lose,
And the victors get the truth
You pick and choose
For whom you'll play a fool
We're home, I'm stepping in
I'm not welcome, but soon I'll be
Houses alike, homes to sin
Are more than glad to take me in
You dance, you move
And I'll just pause to breathe
Without a tear to prove
I had it hard as a victim of
The sweet downfall
Of your lovely love
You dance, you move
And the whole wide world rests between your legs
You try to prove
Otherwise, but your body is mine
You wage, you lose
And the victors get the truth
You talk and choose
Too much to seem a victim of
The sweet downfall
Of your lovely love
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Mr.Albino Zagreb, Croatia
We're an outlaw rock band from Zagreb, Croatia, trying to bring something new to the music scene by bringing various genres,
in music, as in art, together. All that calamity in a pure blood alternative rock frame. Our greatest affinity is our energy, which we try and circulate between us and the crowds, no matter whether they're at our show, or at home playing our tracks.
mralbinoinfo@gmail.com
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