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Roses
04:10
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I could sleep all day I could work all night
I could try and fail with all my might
I could change my work I could change my friends
I could change my life and be myself again
The last day of the first part of my life
May start tomorrow
But I could not care less
I’m already happy
And I know - one of us will be OK
The other will just walk away
Pretending not to cry
And I know
Life is never what it seems
When you forget about your dreams
And you forget to try
Treat me like a kid while I look for candy
You may tell me I’m naive but I got so much more to give
Responsibility might come in handy
But I am sick of all you fucks
Who hope that I have lost the will to live
Do disturb me now
There’s nothing to be done
I’m at peace with who I was
And tomorrow I’ll be gone
One of us will be ok
The other will just walk away
Pretending not to cry
And I know
Life is never what it seems
When you forget about your dreams
And you forget to try
To focus on the beauty
Just focus on the roses lying on my grave
I like the colors – red, white and grey
The blood is writing on the wall
Look at me smiling
Smiling at you all
And I know – one of us will be ok
The other will just walk away
…
And I know - one of us will be OK
The other will just walk away
Pretending not to cry
And I know
Life is never what it seems
When you forget about your dreams
And you forget to try
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2. |
Life on a Polaroid
05:04
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Watching waiting
Trying to think, trying to reappear
If I know what is real
Then I shouldn’t even be here
So I keep trudging on pretending nothing is real
If I don’t know what to do how will I know what to feel
This has been going on for too long
At least, that’s what I fear
What if what you’re telling me is true
Should I be feeling like a fool
I still think that’s because I am
Now I only have to understand
Now I know what’s going on
There’s no time to argue
I believe myself and what I see
Don’t make me chase a dream
On the run from what’s inside my head
So please don’t try to argue
I close my eyes just to find
That the present was there all along
Dreaming waking
Trying to grasp what I’m trying to find
It's out there in the open
But it should be in here in my mind
There’s nothing else I can do
I put my trust in your hands
I got you under my skin
So you must be my friend
Will you help me, I’m trying to find out just where I belong
What if what you’ve told me is a lie
How will I know – once you’ve died
I can’t believe I’ve gone this far
Can’t trust my mind, I’ll trust my heart.
…
Now I know what’s going on
there’s no time to argue
I believe myself and what I see
Don’t make me chase a dream
On the run from what’s inside my head
So please don’t try to argue
I close my eyes just to find
That the present was there all along
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What did I just say?
Should have kept on lying
Just to keep the story straight
Saw you slip away
I wanted to keep trying
Until I would have the chance to recriminate
Try to find me in the garbage
Sipping whiskey at the bar
Looking for your face
Without even knowing who you are
Send me back in time, and no
A day won’t do the trick
Give me back my hangover
For I am feeling sick
Right back up and right back at you
Guess there’s no escaping fate
Cannot cheat it, cannot get away
It’s up to you to
See that it’s too late
You know you had your chance
I had to twist the strands of time
For you to take me back again
Try to do the same to me
Think I can’t notice?
Cause I don’t think I can
You want me
I can see it in your eyes
Hidden by the tears
Of loss and regret
Watch me turn my back
It’s too late now to come crying
With me up here and you upset
Lonely night spent in a park
Rain is spilling in your shoes
Shouldn’t come here after dark
But you’ve got nothing left so
You see that it’s too late
You know you had your chance
I had to twist the strands of time
For you to hold on to me still
Try to do the same to me
Think I won’t notice?
Cause I don’t think I will
I don't think I will
Send me back in time, and no
A day won’t do the trick
Give me back my hangover
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4. |
Fractal
03:59
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It’s something called complacency
It’s not what we need right now
The short and carefree road
The easy way out
The easy way down
It’s like a ten-dollar whore
An easy lay, a perfect kill
Until you feel the fire
Eating you till it’s had its fill
We’re just dying for a thrill
One of us is screaming
The other’s playing deaf
We’re either looking for a meaning
Or we’re looking for a laugh
Snippets of the truth convince us nothing is a lie
We spin out of control
But we haven’t learnt to fly
And these are beautiful surroundings
But we can never get out
There’s a system in the madness
But nobody here who can explain
The formula
To us it always looks the same
There's no pleasure, there's no pain
It’s like a frame without a painting
No canvas covers it all
Enjoy the end of all that matters
The writings on the wall
Getting ready for the fall
Try to keep your brain awake
As you sit back, enjoy the show
Never noticed what you saw:
Pretty pictures in a row
Sit tight and watch the credits
While your popcorn’s getting stale
Make sense of all the lines
But it is all to no avail
These are beautiful surroundings
But we can never get out
One of us is screaming
The other’s playing deaf
We’re looking for a meaning
Or we’re looking for a laugh
Sit tight and watch the credits
While your popcorn gets stale
Make sense of all the lines
But it is all to no avail
These are beautiful surroundings
But we can never get out
We can never get out
Never get out
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The Marks Vienna, Austria
The Marks play a catchy blend of pop, punk, rock and metal - and the occasional jazz chord. Crafting some of the finest tunes know to mankind, they will liven up the stage anywhere, anyplace, anytime. Melody, energy, intricacy and above all FUN combine into shows that are guaranteed to put a smile on your face before you start dancing the night away. ... more
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