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lyrics
Aspects from new-born eyes |
text: Linus Kåse
On a pavement of fortune
I walk road of diamonds
Don't go telling me what I'm supposed to do
I walk road of diamonds
Finding some strength in a hole
Leaving the cages behind
Finding some strength in a hole
Don't go telling me what I'm supposed to do | ![]() |
Correct Information |
text: Linus Kåse
These are the days of convenience
You resist but resisting feels wrong
Follow your man-made plan
"I must be true if we all look the same"
You resist but resisting feels wrong | ![]() |
Music of the City |
text: Linus Kåse
Just a dream away from a perfect day
I get out of bed just in the nick of time
Better be prepered for what's comming now
Send your drug
I open up the door
WELCOME ALL MY FRIENDS NOW TO THE PARTY
...everyting turns calm
Floating through a world of pictures | ![]() |
My Spirit Will Speak |
text: Linus Kåse
I'm sending this song
A reason for you
My spirit will speak
We pointed the gun
Our lesson's been learned
My spirit will speak | ![]() |
Take Good Care of My Heart |
text: Daniel Kåse
I went to bed on my own last night
Today you told me that I'm insane
And you told me on the telephone
But I'm really in love with you
And I'll promise that it'll all be fine No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Tryin'
Take good care of my heart
But I'm really in love with you
And I'll promise that it'll all be fine No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Tryin'
Take good care of my heart
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Final Call |
text: Linus Kåse
I don't say this is the final call for us Over...
As our children play | ![]() |
In Disguise |
text & music: Kristofer Eng
Why do we let ghings have their way
Dial a number and you've gived to the poor
What make sense if it's real
People die and we keep on living like before
What make sense if it's real?
What make sense if this is real?
'don't know right from wrong
In disguise | ![]() |
A Car |
text: Linus Kåse
I'm in the run
To jokers that I meet on the way
You used to call me schmuck
To jokers that I meet on the way
Wipe that silly smile off your face
Look at the moon, see the likeness
You recall a broken man in chains
Look at the moon, see the likeness
Back to the roots
To jokers that I meet on the way | ![]() | | © Brighteye BRISON 2002 |