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Places that never hide the truth
In my places you never hide the truth
Don’t ask me how but it drags me down
It seems like a failure
It’s all about being safe and sound
Without any failure
Promise you’ll keep me warm
Oh no, oh no
Me standing against four walls
Just four walls, just four walls
And you will find a piece of mine
My sweet romance is just
From me to you
And no one else but you
Means nothing but a mornin’ glitch
My reverie
Faces that never blow your mind
All of my faces, they never blow your mind
Don’t leave me now until the dawn
Becomes a failure
Where all I drowned by a million sounds
My personal failure
Promise you’ll keep me warm
Oh no, oh no
Me standing against four walls
Just four walls, just four walls
My glow seems like almost gone
So strong, so strong
And you will find a piece of mine
My sweet romance is just
From me to you
And no one else but you
Is just from me to you
And no one else but you
From me to you
And no one else but you
Means nothing but a mornin’ glitch
My reverie
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When I lie is at breakfast time
When i dream about my oceans
I don’t care about us
When I love it’s up to you
To hold the keys of my own kingdom
I need someone like you
But you were built by water
And I was born by fire
So close yet so far
Or just drifted Apart
Will our satellites come back to us?
I don’t care if you won’t see
My satellites and breakfast tea
When I feel blue and insecure
I wanna hold the hands of my fate
And tell him that you’re gone
But you ain’t got no lover song
And I won’t write it for you
Well, it’s so damn hard
Not to act like a child
When our satellites stay away from us
Now or never meet me on a different planet
In a place where I never belonged to
I’m an halfway stranger searchin’ partners for a dance
That I’ve never ever learn before
It’s now or never and my breakfast tea gets colder
As my poor eyes blaze in the sky
Meet me on the edge of somewhere that I’ve never ever missed
And blame me again
I don’t care if you won’t see
My satellites and breakfast tea
‘cause I need you to believe
That my pride would save my tears
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3. |
Caramel Peaches Cobbler
03:37
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Should I run or not?
Just wait in line here
Should I speak a conversation
That I don’t want to hear again?
I was never meant to hurt myself
I was never taught to hold my breath
But I know something
I know something you can’t get through
It tastes like something new
Ten thousand million faces
That don’t like me
Tell me: “You can’t get through”
I was never meant to hurt myself
I was never taught to hold my breath
But I know something
I know something you can’t get through
It tastes like something new
I should run into my room and hide away
I should scream, lie on the floor
But I won’t shout
Just shout out what I’ve become
What I’ve become
I was never meant to hurt myself
I was never taught to hold my breath
But I know something
I know something you can’t get through
It tastes like something new
It seems like something new
It tastes like something new
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Make a brand new wish
Look up the sky
Blow on the fire
Keep your eyes wide shut
Keep your mouth wide shut
And just blame the noise
You’re so sweet
But there will be no time, not for us
You’re so cute
But there’s no point of view clear enough
And it’s gone
But I can’t take you on anymore
And it’s gone
Look what you’ve done
Look all of my intentions take cover into dust
Take a huge deep breath
Take what you get
And tear it down
Look at you
You slow motion
You got no notion
You, you long-shot frame
You’re so sweet
But there will be no time, not for us
You’re so cute
But there’s no point of view clear enough
And it’s gone
But I can’t take you on anymore
And it’s gone
Look what you’ve done
Look all of my intentions take cover into dust
And you’re gone
Look what I’ve done
I’ll take most of the pain
And knock it down
Knock it down
Knock it down
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5. |
A Lullaby For Emma
04:31
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Come and see
The night that softly bleed
Just come and stay
I’m sure you’ll like it anyway
There’s always something better
Something bigger than our souls
Am I the only prisoner of my world?
It’s stronger than your body
But it’s weaker than your soul
Am I the only prisoner of my world?
You should come and go
You should come and go
Like no one cares
Starting now
Just starting now, now
My hands are tied
My head’s still on my chest
We’ll leave one more time
To celebrate, celebrate your life
I know that simple feeling
You’ve been running on a blade
But know it’s late, you need to rest
And not to be afraid
There will be no solutions
No redemptions for ourselves
We’ll take some random spaceships
And we’ll sang
You should come and go
You should come and go
Like no one else
Starting now
Just starting now
Whenever you may find me
Wherever you may fall
Remember that your troubles are still mine
We need a bright tomorrow
We need a certain call
I’m asking you to gaze at your own sky
You’re falling as I sing your lullaby
Your lullaby, your lullaby
Your lullaby, your lullaby
Lullaby, lullaby
Lullaby, lullaby
Your lullaby
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f o l l o w t h e r i v e r Genoa, Italy
f o l l o w t h e r i v e r is the moniker of Filippo Ghiglione.
Stuck somewhere between RY X and
Apparat.
Songs like little worlds, balanced between the warmth of the Sunday morning blankets and the sound of the autumn trees that pass outside a train window.
The petrichor rising from the wet ground.
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