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2001 |
1. | Magik Journey |
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3. | Dallas 4PM |
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5. | Obsession |
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7. | Flight 643 |
8. | Lethal Industry |
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I wouldn't call it time well spent
Repeating to myself again
Find comfort in an endless stream of moments
I don't even care, about the way I feel today
Because it changes anyway
Something will make me cry or smile
Another picture on my pile
Now I'm standing close to you
It's just something that I do
When I need love to be enough
I wish love could be enough
'cause there is nothing more appealing
Than the thought that I could be enough
Do you find solace in the sun?
Do you consider life as one?
Do you believe there is a limit
To how fast a man can run?
Someone said you're born alive
Well I don't feel that alive
No I don't feel that alive
I don't feel that alive
Now I'm standing close to you
It's just something that I do
When I need love to be enough
I wish love could be enough
'cause there is nothing more appealing
Than the thought that I could be enough... enough
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That summer, we talked endlessly
Always, about everything,
Fusion, nothing new for you
I felt, hey, under and, cool breezes
The heavenly
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
We argue, constantly
Disagree, about everything
Distance, nothing new for me
I feel uneasy, under this thing
Thoughts away
The heavenly
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, i remember
I remember
And darkness falls in my eyes
And days are far from rosy now
And if I asked for the sky
Would you still shelter me
When the sky falls
I remember
I remember
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Face me, hidden in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
I remember
Sitting in my memory
I remember
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It's battleship grey outside
And we dont know what we'll be getting
All your sweet talking, raining over me
'til my nameless games, are all set free
There's a word in your eye,
But I dont know what is to say it
And when you call me from the other side,
A sense of it starts breaking up, and its lies
I don't know, what I'm getting,
But I'm getting something,
I don't know, what I'm getting,
But I'm getting something
It's battleship grey outside,
Confusion, all this is for the gods
Uncertainty, I could be bathing under articial light
Under twilight blue, starts to mesmorize
Untie myself and light up my life
But your soul isn't mine when you cant see in the eyes
'cause I don't know, what I'm getting
But I'm getting something,
I don't know, what I'm getting
But I'm getting something
It's battleship grey
All your sweet talking, raining over me
'til my nameless games, and I'm set free
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We go our separate ways through the portals of love
Truth was in creating, not the aftermath
Can't say I was nothing before you came into my life
But I will keep the memories for when my soul gets weary
Bittersweet stores, they always have no end
In the quietude of daybreak, we watch the sunlight bend
Can't say I was nothing before you came into my life
Now I'm late for the urban train to get back on the road again
Running thristy in the rain
I'm breaking through those clouds again
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