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Thieves
05:10
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Don't you know I would, If I could stay put
They slit my throat at night, as I feared my sleep
You're smiling with your eyes, and they glare at me
Carry me back home, where I'll rest in peace
If I could go back again, you know I would
I never thought I'd kill a man but I knew I could
They sold me to the thieves
Oh my…
Carry me back home
I’ll die for your beliefs, disregard my own
Running through these fields, it’s a bittersweet thrill
You are all I need in this world of thieves
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2. |
On TV
04:17
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Put away those childish dreams son
Lock ‘em up, throw away the key
So you thought you’d be on TV?
Well, so did we
Don’t you push me down
There’s a reason why I never sleep at night
Don’t you make me frown
There’s a reason why I don’t turn off the lights
Don’t push me down
Don’t make me frown
Stay a while, I’ll fake a smile
And in the evening you can walk away
From me
Don’t you push me down
There’s a reason why I never sleep at night
Don’t you make me frown
There’s a reason why I don’t turn off the lights
Don’t push me down
Don’t make me frown
Where’s all of that love that I’ve been missing out on?
Where are all those classy girls worth writing songs about?
Where are all those fancy cars we should have been driving by now?
Cuz now I’m old
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3. |
Wolves
05:33
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I was told this winter would be long, when it came along
Every night, I see and feel you in my dreams, running through the mossy trees,
Running through the trees
I was told that I’d be king when I grew old, I’d rule these woods from coast to coast,
I’d rule these woods
Give me my sword, my saddle, my silver helm
The gods must be out of their minds to let this place go to hell
I was born to rule the north before I fell, before I was a broken man
Before these were broken lands
Give me wings, so I can fly away from here, somewhere I won’t smell the fear,
The fear is everywhere
I was told the blood would flow like rivers down, the cold and icy mountainside,
The cold and icy mount
Give me my sword, my saddle, my silver helm
The gods must be out of their minds to let this place go to hell
Howling at the cold winds of winter
Across this wasteland, we ride with nothing but our hopes and our fears
If summer’s eyes could see what the seasons have done to me
I pray the gods will keep us sheltered from the storm
Sheltered from the storm
Give me my sword, my saddle, my silver helm
The gods must be out of their minds to let this place go to hell
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4. |
Colours
02:30
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5. |
Love Is An Honest Smile
04:11
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Love, Love of mine
Would you stay within my reach?
I would hold you in my arms
This dance is mine
Would you close off all of your mind?
And give in to what is real inside your heart
But now you’re gone away
Love is an honest,
Honest smile on your face
That you just cannot erase
That you just cannot replace
Well now you’re gone away
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6. |
Urban Raccoons
02:41
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Stephen D'Angella Montreal, Québec
Stephen D'Angella is a Montreal musician that creates music that can best be described as "intergalactic new-vintage post-pubescent folk rock".
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