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At Least Since Monday
06:00
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AT LEAST SINCE MONDAY
Could it be water pouring down for days, at least since Monday.
Could it be elegantly waiting, at last, until the end.
Could it be everything else that I simply had to forget.
Or could it just be the game and not the replay.
I could do something today, but not tomorrow.
I could be someone else then, maybe too much.
I could even last through this, but not for too long.
And not as long as I am just the game and not the replay.
I'm connected, connected, connected.
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Yesteryear
03:23
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YESTERYEAR
I'm speaking through the void
To explode into this mountain noise
That you recall, into you, a wishing well
And revolving into something new, then being reborn
I'm speaking to confess
And these words just leave me unimpressed
Just like before, I guess that you know what's making sense
We've been talking 'til the end
Yes, I'm starting all over, just like yesteryear
Not at the minute, just like yesteryear
Back in a second, just like yesteryear
Changing every hour, do it just like yesteryear and be reborn!
I'm speaking to confess
And these words, they leave me unimpressed, just like before
I'm speaking to annoy
To destroy, to be a thousand voices, recalled into you,
My wishing well, yeah, we've been talking 'til the end
Starting all over, just like yesteryear
Not at the minute, but like yesteryear
Just like getting more miles away from here
What does it feel like in the atmosphere?
Tonight, leave me here, don't ask me why
I'm tied up to this crimson sky
Leaving like I was reborn! reborn! reborn!
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BELIEVE / NOVEMBER / SLOWLY
Do not equate death with this clockwork
Do not even say skies are devoted
How come it’s your way when you don't even belong here
Do not elevate to the point where you blindly believe
Do not implicate all your emotions
How can you stay when you’re not even in motion
Do not equate love with this torsion
Do not elevate to the point where you blindly believe
And I know that I will surrender
I'll be coming home in November
Come and hit me right at the centre
I will write it down on my agenda
I will write it down to surrender
I'll be coming home to remember
And I'm leaving in a while, it's November
All's been written down on my agenda
Come and hit me right at the centre
You’ve got to speak to me slowly
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Forecast #1: Why Bother
04:06
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Forecast #1: WHY BOTHER
Could I be ready with a see-through dress?
And if I'm static, it's just a pose to let it flow
The angel wants to be ignored
On the top of that, I'm feeling sober
Like an altitude you can't go further
Like a gratitude that breaks you in two
I'm being static
'Cause after all, you won't push me in
Could I be ready? If all of this is acrobatic?
If all these words are automatic?
I'm surprised you never came to know
How delicate it’s to discover
Like a summer that won't stop in October
(An exit straight to a black hole)
Like an overture with nothing further
(Like another start in Mexico)
And a lover's speech like a voice-over
(Like the memory of your last hooray)
It's like 16 years you can't recall
(Juxtaposed to something tragic)
The angel speaks through what you practise
The demon wants to be adored
And I'm sure that in a while
You'll be taking all the best from me
And I'm sure that in a while
I'll be clever enough not to think
And I'm sure that in a while
You'll forget just how we were through that
And I'm sure that in a while
I'll be able to avoid regret
So why bother?
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Forecast #2: SEND ME A SOUVENIR
And if you'll ever go far from here- send me a souvenir
And if I ever misunderstand- show me the best you can
Have you ever tasted chocolate with apples or oranges?
Do you know all the seasons should not pass and leave you indifferent?
These are the atoms of a bomb that will disintegrate
Here comes the heat and then the cold
And I need to concentrate, I mean
With the fire, or in denial, with the fire
Falling asleep when the best of all is gonna break loose
And if you'll ever go far from here - send me a souvenir
And if I ever misunderstand - show me the best you can
If we talk about confessions - then there ain't no world premiere
Do you know all the seasons should not pass and leave you indifferent?
These are the atoms of a bomb that you won’t celebrate
Here comes the heat and then the cold that you won’t tolerate
These are the atoms of a bomb that will disintegrate
Here comes the heat and then the cold and I need to concentrate, I mean
With the fire, or in denial, with the fire
Falling asleep when the best of all is gonna break loose
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Forecast #3: THERE MIGHT BE SHARKS
In other words, I must say, I'm not defended
Or otherwise I've been too tired to be protected
And what is more all of this boredom has been injected
Without a doubt, I'll help you out, but that's predicted
Will there be a day? Will you ever feel safe?
Or another why? Will you be too tired?
There might be sharks
There might be tides where we go under
There might be lightning
All the way so far from wonders
There might be nights
Where all you hide are little gestures
And all of this time I tried to be the emptiness
And not what's missing
And I must say, I can’t complain, it was expected
‘Cause anyhow, if I’m allowed I’ll be distracted
Will there be a day, will you ever feel safe?
And what is more, all this is a bore
There might be sharks
There might be tides where we go under
There might be lightning
All the way so far from wonders
There might be nights
Where all you hide are little gestures
And all of this time I tried to be the emptiness
And not what's missing
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