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We're lost in the night
No first light, you run back
With the stars in your hands
You laid on your back
You're so bright and it's time
To tell me how you can leave me
Tell me how you can kill me
We spent all the night
In this yard, and you try
To look at my hands
It's time to go back
Out of sight, out of mind
Rather be here in this dusty ground
Rather be here in this home ground
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P.L.
04:14
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I met you in this place
And I was bewitched by your face
We've been a time away
But at the end we played a game
But someday rain started
And I missed your hands
Sweet heart
Just tell me you that you will come back again
You're gonna tell me to stay away
Something's wrong in your head
Something's wrong and now I'm sure you came from Hell
What's in your head?
You say that you haven't always been the same
Stuck by myself
I'm asking you to change and by the way
I loved that day
When you were soft and kind, "you'll be okay"
And now you say
And now you say that you want to lose that game
You're gonna tell me to stay away
Something's wrong in your head
Something's wrong and now I'm sure you come from Hell
You're gonna tell me to stay away
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I made friends with a ghost
We hang out almost every night
When i’m lying in my bed
He creeps into my head
He fills me with dread
And everything is fine
I made friends with a creep
He sticks a needle in his arm
When i’m lying in my bed
He stole everything I had
I still let him hang around
Cause everything is fine
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Shabby Bedroom
02:02
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Sweet faces on my wall
You're smiling with no hope
No one cares what you say
You'd better go away
You're such a little prick
This sweet talk makes me sick
You're standing and I say
I'd better stay away
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Pick up the Pieces
04:05
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Your innocence leaves me falling into your arms
This empathy will fade from memory
You smash my face, and I still let myself down
You're on the wall, and I could not bring it down
You tell me what to pay
You show? me how to pay
And tell me how to pay
You show? me what to pay
And now, my dear, you’ve stolen everything I have
You took my keys and I’m finally locked out
You drive away, you're thinking I'm so dumb
Please don't look back, you're not going that way
You tell me what to pay
You show? me how to pay
And tell me how to pay
You show? me what to pay
There's no time for my health
I could see it by myself
There’s no pride in your plan
You can’t stop making me pay?
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Here it's so Cold
03:45
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We grew up in this town and now
We spend our time in this yard
We try to leave this area
Just want to fly
We hate all these minds and now
We try to forget all the time
All these pictures in your mind
And we just cry
I never believed in this town
I tried to spend a lovely life
There's no one (who) I can trust
But it's too late now
Here it's so cold
I'm so bored
I just hate my past
All these pictures in your mind
We just want to fly
Here it's so cold
I'm so bored
I just hate my past
I tried to spend a lovely life
But it's too late now
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GHOST FRIENDS Caen, France
Hi, we were an indie rock band.
We used to practice in Caen, Normandy, France.
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