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Moon
04:29
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You’ve got your glimpse on the tongue
Focusing while you’re gone
Just out the room out of here
Well I don’t count
How long it’s been, five years?
Maybe even more, who cares?
The clock is seeking the pause your in
And counterclockwise
Your spinning till you fall in my arms
You fall in my arms
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2. |
Circle
02:55
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There are so many streets that we’ve been in
But it seems to me I’m used to just walk on
On three of them, I hold them in my mind
While I count the star, I can walk with closed eyes
No bumps no lights, not anything I might not recognize
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3. |
Sundays
03:21
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We saw each other far to short
Bouncing in the dark
Far to long I wished for
Not to be alone
Holding on my moving thoughts
Try to catch them while I pass
I call you on the landline phone
Hours of telling you about
What I did the last few weeks
I can’t think about it now
You’ve been tied up in your head
With something more important
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4. |
Sleep
03:32
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So you moan out loud
While you ponder on
The things that we could not
Figure out before
Sleep crawled in our bones
And even now
We sometimes still doze of
I just tried to wake you up
While our favorite bands get on
(To the sinners to them all)
We moved so fast
But I think we’re just to slow
To be in time
(To The dreamers to them all)
So I just head back
To fall in my sleepy head
So I, so I can be alone
So I can be alone
I can be alone, alone
So you might think that I misspelled
Your name
But actually I tried
Just to say
The things I have in mind
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5. |
Two
03:22
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Instrumental
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6. |
Drive
03:52
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Still on the run with no reasons why.
I’m still confused about those colored lights.
And while we drive the music is still on.
Here first name is our favorite song.
Clementine is what we sing out loud.
Clementine we scream it from our lungs.
The fog is still down I never saw such a blackish night.
The clock is still on while we arrive.
You park the car while I watch to the sky.
Our motel room is covered in bright lights.
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7. |
Walk
03:23
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Call you in the suburbs
That I’m not in
I know that you’ll be fine
You get in the mood of
Just being on your own
The senses will shut down
And while I
Slowly turn my back on
The streets that I don’t find
I just think of somewhere else but
On the beach I move fast
Until that I collide
With some parking cars inside
Now that I’ve been told that
Where I am is off
So far that I might not
Get there were I’m supposed to
Be before the sun
Blinks of I guess I’ll have
To call again
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8. |
Tongue
02:53
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And on your tongue
There is something that you’ve wanted to ask
So go come forward
You’ll be just fine
I recall the look on your eyes
You multiplied the things that you deny
You want to move on to
Parking lots were you’ll stabilize
Your moods got better now you’ve realized
That to change your perspectives
Will not be of any use in this case
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9. |
City
03:26
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The window still tells
The stories that we’ve seen
A million times the same
It’s lower corner side
Is were you will still feel
Our breaths condensed to lives
Dream me out of this town
Cold stones far off the shore
You left it all for me
You left it all for me
Glowing thoughts
Out of reach
Silver lines
I still peak
Out the room
On the street
We’ve had our time
Build on cold lies
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10. |
Winds
02:17
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Instrumental
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Baswod Vienna, Austria
BASWOD: Hamburg | Vienna based musician Dominik Linder.
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