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Waitin´ for the right
Time to turn it up
So I drop the needle and blast
Countin´ on that shout
Coming from the crowd
While the floor is rumblin´ loud
But nobody dance everybody is a DJ
Nobody dance everybody is a DJ
I tried to figure out
How this thing started
It´s a tragedy under disco lights
It´s easy if you try
Bopping down a
Listen to the music It´s QUANT
But nobody dance everybody is a DJ
Nobody dance everybody is a DJ
But nobody dance everybody is a DJ
Nobody dance everybody is a DJ
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I don´t want to blame anyone
But i´m pretty sure you run into my room
My record collection was screwed
I don´t worry about my cds
You can keep my cassettes too
But nobody touches my LP´s
Afraid somebody scratched my records
I guess that person were you
You fucked up my LP rack
The needle and my new HI-Fi
The speakers sound like some indie crap
Afraid somebody scratched my records
I guess that person were you
I don´t want to get too sentimental
But I loved my seven inches too
Now I miss watching them spin while I sing along the lyrics lines
And play my brand new air guitar
Afraid somebody scratched my records
I guess that person were you
Afraid somebody scratched my records
I guess that person were you
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It hurts so good
01:54
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I don´t care about the other romeos
That you always used to date
I don´t give a dawn for them
You frame the pictures of all the men
That they ever sweat your bed
Please, don´t put mine with them
But it hurts so good
It hurts so good
It Hurts so good, so fucking good
Your stupid boyfriend will spend
His mama´s payment on cocaine
You known i´m smarter than the rest
I stay away while I see you dance
But at least I catch your glance
Date in our secret place tonight
But it hurts so good
It hurts so good
It Hurts so good, so fucking good
Your stupid boyfriend will spend
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We, we were strangers
First time we ever met
But I never feel so lucky
Like the day you give me this wise advice
Take your brokenheart and make it into art
We, we were thick as thieves
Back when we own the streets
And then something go wrong
Nothing came between us and our songs
Take your brokenheart and make it into art
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It´s cold outside but...
03:26
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I think I want you to stay
I want to spend the day in bed
I want to see me dance
Just make a Joint
You know it´s showtime
So close the door and turn off the lights
You know it´s cold outside
It´s cold outside but….
Your room is on fire
I waited hours for this
I´ve made myself to sick, i´m dying
You break into my dreams
When I kiss your lips, roll another number
So close the door and turn off the lights
You know it´s cold outside
It´s cold outside but….
Your room is on fire
Your room is on fire
Your room is on fire
Your room is on fire
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Sad how this kind of things work
And I don´t know if we could heal this open wound
I was looking for a helping hand
But you didn´t lift a finger or a simple call
Friendship is so fragile as a squezze out rose
We´ll never get over this Now the damage is done
If you think your are my friend
Then , fuck off
There´s no mercy here for the cowards or the shy
None but the brave will ever survive
You think your are my friend you are full of shit
You ignore my anxiety and my tears
Friendship is so fragile as a squezze out rose
We´ll never get over this Now the damage is done
If you think your are my friend
Then , fuck off
Fuck all my friends and Harvey as well
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True love will find you in the end
You'll find out just who was your friend
Don't be sad, I know you will
But don't give up until
True love will find you in the end
This is a promise with a catch
Only if you're looking can it find you
'Cause true love is searching too
But how can it recognize you
If you don't step out into the light, the light
Don't be sad I know you will
Don't give up until
True love will find you in the end
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Emotional screen test
03:42
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I´ll never understand what you tried to say
“nobody falls in love with sadness, sorrow and dull”
But here I am again, trying to repair the torment and the pain
the biggest of my mistakes
there´s a long road behind me
there´s a long road ahead
and if you ever find me
have the guts to blame me
how did you dare?
Some are bound to chance their lives
Some never even try
Others are near to surrender, we are willing to cry
Some are looking for greatness
there´s a long road behind me
there´s a long road ahead
and if you ever find me
have the guts to blame me
how did you dare?
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Ó carón do soñador
02:23
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I focus at the ligth hanging from the ceiling
I breath my drag and relax
Suddenly my mind begins to draw kaleidoscope lines
Four leaft clover and psycholazy eyes
Flying over on a magic carpet ride
I move in reverse and she talks backwards
About rainbow tattoos on her back
I ask to the genious in your Aladin´s lamp
But the bubble started to laugth
Four leaft clover and psycholazy eyes
Flying over on a magic carpet ride
Four leaft clover and psycholazy eyes
Flying over on a magic carpet ride
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A sad imitation of a white label record
A bad cover version sold as the real thing
Another sham copy of a fake photocopy
Another quack hamster running in the imposter wheel
Sometimes I wish we were a cover a band
And play the obvius hits everynigth
So please stop that ugly drug noise
Nobody cares about your favourite songs
Facsimile, simulation, replica, impression
Likeness, offsprint, cliché, mimic, impersonator
Sometimes I wish we were a cover a band
And play the obvius hits everynigth
Listen to Queen, listen to Dire straits
AC/DC, even the 80´s hits
If you are thinking that we rip off “Pump it up”
Then your ritgh but… YOU BETTER SHUT THE FUCK!
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This is that old new song
I talked about 6 years ago
I know i´m late so I beg your pardon
I hope the waiting is worth at all
But there one thing I left to confess
I´m king midas in reverse
Everything I get close to me
It ends up turning into shit
So close your eyes listen to the orquestra
This is the last track of our busiest year
Another minor song in major key
This is the last track of our busiest year
But there one thing I left to confess
I´m king midas in reverse
Everything I get close to me
It ends up turning into shit
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