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Yellow Notes
03:36
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Layers of yellow notes // Sticking on your bedroom wall still today // They each contain one thought of yours // From back when we were young, when the future lay ahead // You pick one, and read it out, aloud // It says “I wanna pack my bag and go” // But you never went away // So you have only seen some parts of France // There is a light // Seems far away // We are afraid // It soon will fade // I tell you it’s small but really close // You reach out and grab a note, one more // It says “I won’t back down”, like Tom had said // But you never stood your ground // That’s why you have become so soft and stout // The hands of time have turned, oh boy // We have gotten old and our hair is grey // Now you realize it’s not too late // So you take down the notes and leave this place
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Nothing To Hide
04:06
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The train got in this morning // Travelling light makes me fast // This town is still deserted // There’s time to tie the lace // I’ve come a long way // I’ve come a long way // Now I am here // A flower shop on main street // Lilies by my bed // Scents may alter senses // And lighten up our lives // I’ve come a long way // I’ve come a long way // Now I am here // Closing another chapter // Makes it hard to fake a smile // I got nothing, got nothing left to hide // Burying the hatchet // Weeping love grass grows // We’re looking to tomorrow // And raise another glass
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In Spades
04:22
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Here’s to you // Time has come // Tried and true // You’ve come undone // It’s all been said // Let the singer sing // His song to you // Give up what you have in spades // If you stick like glue // and just paint anew // The northern lights won’t fade away // Where is your self-esteem my friend? // Collapsing like a house of cards // You’re losing grounds, the time is up // You’ve been driving down a dead-end road // Cash in hand // Put it down //The marching band // Comes to town
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Golden Glow
03:51
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Running up Kloof Nek Road // Toward the mountain // Summer sun soon to set // Still cracking pavements // Lying on a lion’s head // Sense the sea breeze // You’re awaiting the cooling night // For relief // So many times // bullets were flying // As waves of riots raged // Across Philippi // So many times // the water was rising // though you never learned to swim // But climbed to safety
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You were born in a world // That knows not only fortune // If you’d ever think outside the box // But every man for himself // You’ve been taught by your father // And you strictly abide by his words // So you’ve been hard on yourself // Felt the burning ambition // And have stifled dissent as it came // You have learnt from defeats // And have hustled so badly // And have taken what you felt is yours // What you touch turns to gold // Let them worship you, Midas! // As a smile flits across your sweet face // You rejoice in your power // You are proud and you’re shining // And you take down the deer with bare hands // When you’re leaving the scene // What is left will be taken // By the beggars and swindlers alas // You don’t see how they’re fighting // You can’t hear how they’re crying // Because you’re over the hills, far away
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St. Beaufort Berlin, Germany
St. Beaufort is Henric Hungerhoff, Joe Jakubczyk and Tomás Peralta.
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