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rare & strong
04:42
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I don't know why you stand apart
I don't know why you're still in the dark
i only wish that you'll understand
that what we have is something rare and strong
You don't know why you leave me so cold
you don't know why I'm no longer bold
You only wish that I'll recognize
that what we have is something rare and strong
infatuation's gone away
it has faded to grey
no need to hold or keep in check
How would you feel if we cut a break
spare time just to realize
that what we have is something rare and strong
infatuation's gone away
it has faded to grey
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2. |
hard to remove
03:37
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if you feel dirty and smelly
you'd better burn your clothes
cause it's hard to remove
cause it's hard to remove
if it was the dirty things on you
and now you feel empty
it will be hard to forget
yeah, it will be hard to remove
I can see the grit in your eyes
keep a grip till the end
if you feel itchy and smelly
you'd better burn your clothes
cause it's hard to remove
yeah it's hard to remove
if you rebel against the raw power
but no one struggle with you
it will be hard to swallow
yeah, it will be hard to follow
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3. |
shoot shoot shoot
04:37
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look at this spark,
in the darkside of my eyes
I promise you'll forget your fears
Go out on a limb
Lose track of time
deaf to every sound
shoot shoot shoot your brain
never remember my name
I’m a pleasure provider
call me The Joy Dispenser
Made so many smiles
got pulled into this game
A product of demand
I just love to supply
shoot shoot shoot your brain
never remember my name
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shoulder to cry on
05:12
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pinups on your TV screen
have a look at their bones
wish you were like that
you're so fuckin' fat
this endless stream of flawless perfection
oh it's bringing you down
glossy pages stuffed full of lies
this bullshit tires your eyes
wish you could stop the train,
you're feeling the strain
this endless stream of flawless perfection
oh it's bringing you down
hey ! turn it off ! and do not let them in
Hey ! just for you I'll always be a shoulder to cry on
everyday it's hard, you're disgusting
take a look at your skin
everyday it's hard cos you wonder
when you're going under
this endless stream of flawless perfection
oh it's bringing you down
Fed up with the media machine
which has spawned your complex
it's time to switch off all the voices
and listen to some sense
hey ! turn it off ! and do not let them in
Hey ! just for you I'll always be a shoulder to cry on
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lazy
05:12
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your generous curves
at the touch of my hands
I dreamt about it
your body promises me
a good time for sure
just what you were waiting for
You look so pretty, but my mind is so clouded
I'm goin' down
what did you expect
you 've never tried me
I'm soaked in poison
that you shouldn’t have to taste
Heaven preserve you
You look so pretty, but i'm so lazy
I'm goin' down
you drive me crazy, but i'm so lazy
don't tell anyone
I promise to please you again
I’ll let you abuse me again
Bring me back to life again
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Blondstone Nancy, France
Blondstone take us back to where rock left off in 90's. The band capture and surprise with their infectious, groovy mix of stoner rock and fiery grunge overtones. They draw you into slow and oppressive atmospheres where muted rage slowly builds up to powerful explosions. Blondstone’s force makes you feel, with a sense of urgency, that rock isn’t just music, it’s also a state of mind. ... more
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