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Ballerina
05:11
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fuck without condoms
oh, I can see the stork coming
she got the treasures of a queen
but that doesn't mean a thing
I know her image will burn to the ground
the more you pray more monsters will show up
you threw me up and i just want you to go
some say there's love all the way from here
but that doesn't mean a thing
sweet drugs, sex, violence and pretty songs were made for you to believe
nobody is dancing here, better shake your bones
opiates are magic
colors fade away
she wants to feel the unknown
oh, ballerina
alone in the world, so better have a gun than a soul
good if I buy a pleasent goodbye
they'll rape you too
live to kill
I'll dance 'till I die
the sound of steps hammering in my mind
opiates are tragic
never goes away
and heaven is still unknown
now, she's dancing with herself
cause music now is gone
skeletons in hell sing along
oh, ballerina
oh, ballerina
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Fall out
04:26
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you'll fall
child, you are dreaming but your dreams are all over
instead, there's always something bigger to cry for
fast, the last, he goes, it's like the roads you know
which bring the past to show how it's to laugh from war
child, you’re spinning and spins are all over
oh, can you tell me a secret you hide?
it's good enough too
it's good, it's such a shame
it's good enough too
it's good enough for
you make me fall out
all the time
against, we run together by the front
into a lie that was built before
we come and come together to belong
to a god that I can't feel
so, it's a crime
oh, don't you want to deny what is unreal?
it's good enough too
it's good, it's such a shame
it's good enough too
it's good enough for
you make me fall out
and out, and out, and out, and out, and out, and out, and out
it's good enough too
it's good, it's such a shame
it's good enough too
it's good, it's such a shame
it's good enough too
it's good, it's such a shame
it's good enough too
it's good enough for
you make me fall out
and out, and out, and out, and out, and out, and out, and out
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Queen Of Sound
06:50
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the queen of sound never dances like them
i want to believe that I am alive
it's all programmed for us to be different
but always of the same kind
out of scene, I'm waiting
the queen of sound never dances like them
i want to believe that it's not a lie
it's all programmed for us to buy dreams
yes, indeed, we don’t ask why
hey
a flower's lips kiss all of my thorns
every end of night the one who’s still clever (she)
after all these bottles of wine (she)
she is a painting of moving colors (she)
since the day that she was born to die
come on
a flower's lips kiss all of my thorns
out of scene, I'm waiting
a flower's lips kiss all of my thorns
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