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Fantasy
02:55
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We are allowed in that land to see
Many kinds of blue fantasy
We are so cold to see
We are so blind to be
You are so cold to me
We are allowed to see
Many kinds of blue fantasy
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Bones
02:18
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I feel like a snail
Grinding inside a shell
I'm soft and electric today
Climbing up the walls
I'm just looking for my bones
Never mind, I'll turn the flat
Into a bloody mess
But I have to find my bones
Among those dirty clones
I'm just looking for my bones
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The soft wind of a blast
01:42
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A blind kid
don’t ever talk
A soft bomb
here in his head
A blind kid
deep in a dream
Trying to warn
against our walk
Trying to warn
against our way
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The reason and the smile
01:59
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Please the world with your dreams
According to your fantasy your a dark kind of bramble
Many pills and powders
are filling your head and burn
The reason and the smile
So you scratch yourself with anger
and let it bleed in her eyes
Let down and rush in her arms
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Black silence
01:39
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In front of that cold afternoun
while lands drift away
such a soaked picture
we start to fade.
And the rain
on our faces draws
a black silence
We are back to the seafaring dreams
In the middle of the day
I can’t hear no more sounds
No more tender prey
And the rain
on our faces runs
a black silence
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Since my home is burning in hell
my darkness shines even more
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Tina Ratzinger Nantes, France
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