1. |
Jacky D
04:19
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2. |
Four Walled Heaven
03:26
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So tell me tell me,
Tell me when you are leaving,
So my walls can stop breathing,
There was this one night I recall...
I remember coming home,
My eyes screaming so alone,
and my favourite photos on the walls,
Reminded me to remember,
There were four walls wrapped around my head,
All my possessions,
My soft comfy bed,
Still warm from that one morning,
When there were dreams of horizons,
Dreams of horizons...
Soon, I'll take one last look at this beautiful room,
and all the moments we have shared,
From fucking on the floor at 4am we didn't care,
From crying on your pillow all tucked up in bed,
Sir please carry the motion,
and name this now my Four Walled Heaven,
and I remember smoking outside my window,
I remember getting caught,
and my mum screaming this room stinks of Golden Virginia,
This room stinks of golden virginia...
Soon, I'll take one last look at this beautiful room,
and all the moments we have shared,
From fucking on the floor at 4am we didn't care,
From crying on your pillow all tucked up in bed,
Sir please carry the motion,
and name this now my Four Walled Heaven,
So tell me tell me,
Tell me when you are leaving,
So my walls can stop breathing,
There was this one night I recall...
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3. |
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And now I feel
Like there is nothing real
She took me away from the place where we played
And we had sex all day, whatcha say now?
And now I feel
Like there is nothing real
We went to the stage and we saw Turner play
She passed me a J
Lets make this our day
Nothing is real
Nothing is real from the top
When we shake it like we drop
Oh tick tock like a clock
Your time's over!
And Now I fell
Like there is nothing real, no
So heal me
And feel me
Heal me and feel me
Keep with the tempo
Pass Mary Jane
And swallow your ego
We are now one
And now this is done
I will wake up alone
I'll never see you again
Nothing is real
Nothing is real from the top
When we shake it like we drop
Oh tick tock like a clock
Your time's over!
And now I feel
Like there is Nothing real
The bottom of the roots
They're entangled in the truths
That seeing is now feeling
And feeling is now breathing yeah
Sway we move to feel
Sway we move to feel
Sway we move to feel
Sway we move to feel baby girl
Sway we move to feel in the bottom of the night
Sway we move to feel oh
paint me with your fame sway dripping away oh
hear me call your one and only name
Nothing's Real
Nothing's Real
Nothing's Real
Nothing is Real.
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4. |
Hades
03:53
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