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Leo - Very fast
04:05
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Unsuspected - Zinc lio
04:30
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Although inner conflicts
persist, there'll be an end
they'll fade out
but they will return.
In those moments I ask for help.
Sorry if it seemed like a requirement,
but I wanted you to help me,
but I wanted your help.
Although inner conflicts
persist, there'll be an end
they'll fade out
but they will return.
With a little patience
the tension will give up;
anyway,
anyhow.
In those moments I ask for help.
Sorry if it seemed like a requirement,
but I wanted you to help me,
but I wanted your help.
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In the chapel, of the homeless man
There's no place for me
I can feel your breath
It´s a chapel in the middle of nowhere
Where all the men, come to the end.
In the chapel of the homeless man
There's no place for me
I can hear your prayer
It´s a chapel in the middle nowhere
Where a dying man GOES to take a chance
In the chapel of the homeless man
I have met the thief
I took a seat with him
In a chapel in the middle nowhere
Where the land is yours to waste and rape.
Hey, hold the line
begging him, what's the price?
Why have you been where people go to die?
Flames will burn down in spite of your hands.
What do you think?
How much do you expect to live?
In the chapel of the homeless man
There i paid my DEBT
And i lost faith.
It´s a chapel in the middle nowhere
Everybody runs trying to find an escape.
In the chapel of the homeless man
all the hymns are made
with outdated choirs
I saw a man down the river of blame
Trying to reach the Edge with a hand in chains.
Hey, hold the line
Begging him, what's the price?
Why have you been where people go to die?
Flames will burn down it in spite of your hands.
What do you think?
How much do you expect to live?
Hey, hold the line
Begging him, what's the price?
Who wants to be in a sinful place to die?
This piece of meat HAS my name SAINT on it.
What is your fear to live?
Hey, hold the line
Begging him, what's the price?
Why have you been where people go to die?
Flames will burn down it in spite of your hands.
What do you think?
How much do you expect to live?
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Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet
Are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head
They keep falling
So I just did me some talking to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way
He got things done
Sleeping on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my head
They keep falling
But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me
Won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness
Steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes
Will soon be turning red
Crying is not for me
Because I'm never going to stop the rain
By complaining
Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me.
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Unsuspected - Frame reality
Really this time? Really this space?
To frame reality
Let it be, let it be, let it be.
An infinite sequence of points, in all dimensions.
Vibration of air dividing in distinct frequencies.
Now doesn’t need answer.
Better to talk in present.
Now doesn’t need frame reality.
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Dices que el tiempo lo cura todo / ¿pero que antídoto he de tomar?
la receta avergonzada y usada que / patentada por el organismo se forro.
Dices que no me entiendes y / lo peor que yo no lo escucho decir
indago por los suburbios de tú mente / te intento descubrir.
Quien será quien este ahora a tu lado / no veas como me quedo yo alado
tú congelada, / yo sin camisa,
dices que no / comprendes nada mi amor.
Todos corren tras la salida / se quedan sin excusas
nadie ama cuando miro / tú, si tú, intentas abrasar.
Que no entiendes no, ohh ohh
ni por escrito.
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Fuegos artificiales
Al borde de un ataque, de libido.
La imaginación ha tomado el control.
La locura se ha disparado.
Oirás un estrépito desde donde estás
y te parecerá que ves fuegos artificiales:
Sólo es mi útero gritando tu nombre
y escupiendo flujos vaginales.
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You break my mind, oh yeah¡¡
Turning off the lie like whisper in shadow
Just to know what it means
When the signs warn you are burning out
Please don't take a smile
While all our history comes to die
Baby please start a game for us.
Don't give it up.
-Oh yeah¡¡ You break my mind, oh yeah¡¡
Turning off the lie like whisper in shadow
Just to know what it means
Please don't make me live your pantomime
Break this empty house
With all the level of your amp
Baby this is the Chain for us
Don't give it up.
-Oh yeah¡¡ You break my mind, oh yeah¡¡
In my dreams, i fall like a stone
There's A call with no hope in your notes
Now the clouds take the form that you wrote.
-Oh yeah¡¡ You break my mind, oh yeah¡¡
Tell me no more lies
Tell me no more lies
Tell me no more lies¡¡¡
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Mamut - Renacuajo
05:01
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Mamut - Tus tetas
05:50
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Mamut - Liada
04:00
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-P. fusion - De cobre
02:53
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¿Quién será la puerta de tú llave?
¿A quien le abría tu puerta?
¿Quien laterá por tú duna en dirección a tu meca?
¿Quien amanece en tu vientre? ¿Quien sabe a cama deshecha?
Quien baila en ti su ciquitraque, a ritmo de cuatro piernas.
¿Y quien manchará de tinta el recuerdo de tú nombre?
Donde irá niña de cobre cuando el cobre sea ceniza
¿Quién se pondrá tu camisa, quién será tu cruz del norte?
Cuando el norte no sea norte y cuando el sur ya no exista.
¿Quien te dirá ser don Juan demarco?
¿a quién le abría tu espalda?
Quién te llamará Pandora mientras se encierra en tu caja.
¿quién te miente? Quien pisa y pisará tus canas.
Quién te excava y quien escriba, todo el carmín de tu guana.
¿Y quién secará la tinta de tanta carta sin sobre?
¿donde echar ¨pa¨ que no estorbe tanto preso tanta prisa?
¿quien se pondrá de rodillas, quien profanará tu escote?
Cuando ya nadie equivoque beso y vaso, amante amiga.
¿Y quien manchara de tiza el recuerdo de tu nombre?
Donde irá niña de cobre cuando el cobre sea ceniza.
¿Quién se pondrá tu camisa? ¿Quién será tu cruz del norte?
cuando el norte no sea norte y cuando el sur ya no exista.
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