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Abandoning Ships
02:38
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So they're acting like they know what's coming
No one was ever really told
When they saw it they all started running
This ship now wonders coast to coast
Abandoning ships, who's the last to go
Abandoning ships, on and on
On days like this, the few things that we know
Seem lost like sand in the shore
If they're ever bound to see the future
Sunshine would fill their eyes
Better things will come for those who wait
That would be their own surprise
Abandoning ships
Who's the last to go
Abandoning ships, we carry on
On days like this, the best thing that we know
Comes haunting our past, with flow.
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Down by the lake
01:47
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In a little house down by the lake
Since i met you, you had this picture there
Hanging on the wall in the room where we slept
Told me this is your dream, how you wanna live
Just a little house down by the lake
A browny poster can be your life
A man's gold can be another's rubish
We can live like this, just ourselves
In a little house down by the lake
The years passed, the picture's there
Still we didn't manage going to the lake
Just me and you is all i need
But i will always want to live by the lake
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3. |
Flowers in hell
01:59
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Sometimes i wanna go far
Sometimes i wanna be in your heart
Sometimes i cry
But i don't know why
Please tell me what the fuck
Maybe it takes time to work
But i hold, i hold then keep off...
But i know what's worth
Because you are my dream in my head
Like flowers
Like flowers in Hell
I pack the logic
With closed eyes
But i don't,. i don't know why...
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4. |
Our War
02:26
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Nights of lust and days of trust are now long gone
Simple life, complex life leads way of it's own
Who would think that this is me, the progression comes around
Knocks the door, you're involved, now the War is your own and goes on....
Responsibilities never end prioroties rule the world
Friendly hug and helping hand seem forgotten and wrong
This is the creation of all, these walls built our home
Is it standing strong or not, now the War is your own and goes on...
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Starla
01:49
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Now i'll tell you a song about a dog
Her name is Starla and she barks, barks, barks
Now i'll tell you a song about my dog
Her name is Starla and she barks, barks, barks
Her name is Starla, so beautiful
Starla, so playful
Starla, so beautiful
Starla, so playful
She looks at me now
With those eyes
She looks at me now
Wagging her tail
She barks at me now
It's no surprise
She barks at me now
She wants to play
Her name is Starla, so beautiful
Starla, so playful
Starla, so beautiful
Starla, so playful
Ooohh, when i'm away from her
She waits for me to come home
Oh, ooh, when i'm away from her
She waits for me to come home...
Her name is Starla, so beautiful
Starla, so playful
Starla, so beautiful
Starla, so playful
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Regrets
02:07
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Every time that i'm on the plane to work
I try to convince myself that it's not wrong
To live my life behind, maybe for the last time
I see my beloved ones before we close these eyes
Thoughts i can't control come into my mind
And regrets for my life now seem so late
But this is the way i've lived so long
And this is what made me what i am
Better days come forth or so i hope
It's time to live the worst days back
And i say to myself, i dont wanna do it again
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7. |
The bottom you reached
03:05
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Don't let this one go down this time son, she said
It will be the bottom of it, you reached for that end
But when i'm at the bottom, promised i won't try to come up
I'll stay there conquering this place of sheltering from far away....
There is no place below that floor, here it is stable, though low
I won't try to lift myself from here, years before i knew how it would feel
This is the bottom you reached
Now in this glass i see my life run fast
All these memories lookdown from the past
I had the last shot and it seems long lost
Feels like poison that's burning my throat again
There is no place below that floor, here it is stable, though low
I won't try to lift myself from here, years before i knew how it would feel
This is the bottom you reached
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Ride Life
03:03
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Ever since we strolled around the hood
Over bricks, down stairs and letting loose
Then in the dirt, we were the Kings of Fools
And wooden quarters at our best
Oh, oh oh, the way i Ride this Life
I'm riding on my 20 inch
Oh, oh oh, the way we Ride this Life
We Ride this Life, you and me
Two decades plus have passed and now it's more
The years are gone but not the thoughts
I am so lucky we came into this road
I find less fun to ride alone
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Two loses, one mind
02:46
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She feels the pressure on her
one man's at sea the other's dead
two loses she cannot stand
Four walls are closing on her
home seems like prison in a moment
and pressure is going on
and on and on, and on and on, and on...
Fear is hanging around
fear of fear's coming next
it can be anytime soon
Morning feels like night
night feels like Hell out of his sight
and days are passing slow
And on and on, and on and on, and on....
Want to break free from myself, from what's happening now
Want to see blue in sky and blue all the way down
I'll come to meet you on the other side of Earth
You are my home I'll come to feel your warmth again
And on and on, and on and on, and on....
Don't hold me back
Don't try to calm down
Don't ask me how i feel
Don't tell me it;'s ok
I will stand up again, I will stand up again
I have a life to live, I will stand up again.
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10. |
Καπου προς το τελος
02:39
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Απο την αρχη το ηξερα καλα
Το πως και το γιατι, δεν μ'ενοιαζαν αυτα
Καπου προς το τελος το βρηκαμε μαζι
Ειχε ομως φυγει η καταλληλη στιγμη
Περασε μια μερα, περασαν δυο χρονια
Τωρα πια εχει ξεθυμανει η κολωνια
Το ζησαμε το χθες, ζουμε και το τωρα
Κοιταζοντας μπροστα, αντεχοντας στη μπορα
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Dimitris Roussos Athens, Greece
Born and raised in Athens, Greece. I play music since I can remember. I have a big love for punk, acoustic, small bikes and cars.
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