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Tired Eyes
02:48
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Won't you turn on the blues
On my grandpa's radio
We will lie down on the roof of our house
To watch the stars go on
Won't you put your hands through my hair
To make me close my tired eyes
I wanna give you all moments here
'Cuz you're my everything tonight
Oh Rose, my Rose
I wanna see our children grow
Your lips are asking for the kiss
Or I shouldn't tell you this
Maybe one day we'll remind our youth
Like it was in Wonderland
But tonight I have the only wish
Just to hold you by the hand
I won't ask you for the promises
They're all fading by the time
Let me hear the sound of your heartbeat
I will be yours and you will be all mine
So why won't you turn on the blues?
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Whiskey Breath (v.2)
02:14
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In here everybody stays but not everybody goes
Everyone can shine but not everyone is gold
And I am standing here to watch these stars alone
Everybody's screaming but not everybody hears
Everyone can sing but not everyone can feel
I'm packing up my bags to find my way back home
This song is for the underdogs
This song is for the drunken sailors
For every single one in a flannel shirt
Who’s got a breath of a whiskey
‘Cause if there’s a fire burning inside
I cannot tell if it is wrong or right
Watching that everything you hold on
Is fading away
It's up to us; it's up to us to decide
It's up to us to choose a side
To be for or against, to make a difference
Or just lie down and die
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Please F... Off
01:02
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You know that I'm addicted
To the color of your hair
No matter it changing like
One hundred times in the year
I prefer not to question
In which bar you'd left your iPhone
Because I have so much credit cards
To buy you another one
Sometimes I see your BFF's
Speaking rumors about me
But one day I'll set myself free
You can always rely on me
When you need to write your math
And I don't mind to clean a mirror
From a toothpaste after your bath
And all my pals are thinking
That I'm melodramatic fool
'Cuz I'm always doing whatcha telling me
And trying' to keep my cool
Sometimes I think you won't leave me
'Till my spasmodic cough
So please, please fuck off
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Your eyes are saying it best
Than your lips or your tongue
You're putting me to the test
Again you do it all wrong
So rise up your glasses
And hold your heads up high
I'm sure we'll have our rest
But not tonight
You know there's a burning heart
Behind this lumberjack shirt
I will never do you any harm
I will never fill my mouth with dirt
And finally I can say that
This song saved my life
And I am alone in the woods
With my hatchet and knife
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