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Psycho
04:11
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When winter's coming at the night
Five thirsty figures wake up
They're coming as a cat
Today's your lucky day dear tramp
Look into the eyes of the corpse
Looks like he had suffered a lot
In a world that makes you cry alone
I feel much remorse
Did you hear that voice?
I have lost my faith
I din't feel shame
Look at my red hands
Don't be afraid of that
Please, tell me I'm not bad
You are not so be calm
Now city in silence time
She was there, she was just mine
When I noticed she was cold
All my jacket inked of blood
Why did he do that?
You'll go and kill him
And our good friendship?
But he betrays you
He will pay for this
You'll do the right thing
I'll kill Fernando
You'll kill Fernando
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Rainwater Glass
04:04
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Opening your heavy eye lids in a morning we might call cloudy
Rain storming your ears so as your mom with the vacuum cleaner
Rainwater glass made sun shine
Across the sky, feel in wonderland
Your deserted cracked pit wanting his deserved oasis
Every stroke you hear sounds like it would happened near
Oh, Alice, where have you been?
I hope you have not seen the rabbit again
Come with me and sing along this song
La la la la, la la la la
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Jumanji
02:44
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Inside the forest where the fog is the coldest
listening echoes and looking your nightmares
Drink the cherokee's juice invoking prometheus bloom
Now you are prepare to fly rolling around fire
When the great moon is full don't try to leave your room
Beware of silver wolves, run when you hear the howls
Look at the eye of crow the heart is beating down
Savor Grim Reaper's lips, now your soul is free
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Mexican Lovers
04:17
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So tell me, what is wrong?
Why didn't you tell me anything at all?
Fake fictions that's what you want
You should split up and let me alone
Your skin is cold
Your freezing touch is betraying me with your strokes
I don't want you to play with your silly games
So please just leave me now
So tell me, didn't you cry?
Our relation was looping and crashing into lies
Who is he? Somebody I already know?
So please just shout at me 'I'm not in love'
My throat is drown of feelings is crowded
Remorses taste like brown
Your argument is lame, we were the main thing
I whish I'll have one again
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The Fats Madrid, Spain
fellas from Spain playing together since november 2014
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