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The treachery
03:32
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Close until death,
we did it on our own
not for so long, not for so long.
Close until death,
our shallow bond ,
our falsest oath, our falsest oath
What is slaying me now
is the smile on your lips;
you sold me out too cheap, you sold me out
too cheap
Close until when
we went down too low,
not for so long, not for so long.
Close until when
we got too close,
there starts the war, there starts the war
What is slaying me now
Is the smile on your lips;
you sold me out too cheap, you sold me out
too cheap
Close until when
we got too close...
You’d’ve sold me anyway
You’d’ve sold me anyway
You sold me out too cheap
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2. |
Strangers
04:35
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Let me see your face
Don’t discourage as you feel
don’t be shattered, it’s not real
“When we close down the play
don’t forget us” you say, you say
We behave as we are
just uncoloured, as the sun
“If I told you my way
it’d be over” you say, you say
Strangers when we show ourselves
someday
Play the role that you know
and never ask for your soul
Let me see your face
Don’t discourage as you feel
don’t be shattered, it’s not real
“When we close down the play
don’t forget us” you say, you say
We behave as we are
just uncoloured, as the sun
“If I told you my way
it’d be over” you say, you say
Strangers when we show ourselves
someday
Play the role that you know
and never ask for your soul,
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3. |
A game
03:30
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The game with no prize
Chasing approval as we really need it
We’re hurting ourselves more than a war
(we’re) stuck in a cobweb, and we once built it
But noone likes it, noone likes it
We play a game with no prize and no thanks
Just Join it if you like just join it you like
Lost within too wide a limit
How does it feel to hang by a score
Don’t waste yourself for public opinion
Don’t give your heart don’t give your heart
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4. |
20 seconds
04:17
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ce
I never felt the same,
I never closed my eyes.
You played a dirty game,
the foulest one was mine
I never made it slow,
I never felt it high.
No weakness in our law
an average market price
Twenty seconds to dream
I never saw the pain
(since) I never broke the ice.
No conscience left to stain,
an average market price
I never made it slow,
I never felt it high.
No weakness in our law
that’s all still in my mind
Twenty seconds to dream
Ice
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