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Listen Up, Mates
05:22
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Nobody never stays round here
You really need to make a change
Even when you don’t have a choice
Time flies for everybody, for real
And we just sit down at the living room…
While our stomachs are growing up
While our old problems are getting old
Soon we will have bills to pay
Soon our dreams, they will fly away
Now we don’t care about the time
But what are we going to do with our kids?
Even we’re just a bunch of teenagers
Once deads, our lives will get bored
And we just turned on the computer…
But this spring is not good for some ones
Sometimes we just want to throw it all away
Life never made much sense at all
For people made of feelings and songs
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This Weight (Part 2)
05:36
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Someone said “be strange, then you’ll live like a man in modern age”
I think I’m just lost in the time
Certain things you shouldn’t heal
It’s hard to block what you feel
When you’re almost losing your mind
When can I leave this town?
Can I count the days?
‘Cause outside home, there won’t be hope
At least it’s better than waiting in vain
Waiting for a cure to the blues
Of the one with the pencil in his hand
So that’s the question, right?
‘Cause my mind has chased answers
And it can’t find out why
I blame the night
‘Cause in my thoughts there’s a litany
Desire and misery
Things might not be what you want
A dreamer, a cunt
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3. |
A Kind of Life
04:54
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How many tears we’ve got to wipe?
How many wounds will we care?
Let’s make a new kind of life
Hearts are sliding down the hall
Faces are leaving as speedballs
All we need is a kinder life
And someday you will treat me
Like a man caught in a boy
There’s nothing else to feel in our lives
But someday I will be
Living in a landslide
Praying for those past lives
Looking for a kind of life
Let’s keep on walking, ask me why
In rainy days, something ever dies
Excuse me if my intentions are good
There’s no more hope growing up
It’s dying faster than a cannonball
All we need is a kind of life
But someday you will treat me
Like a man caught in a boy
There’s nothing else to fill in our lives
But someday I will be
Living in a landslide
Praying for those past lives
Looking for a kind of life
How many times did we drink wine?
How many times were we happy?
Let’s start again with a kind of life
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Luan Bates Natal, Brazil
Singer-songwriter from Natal-RN, Brazil.
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