1. |
Mayhem
04:14
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Why are you crawling
Waiting for them?
You’re a coward
I’m so ashamed
And I’m tired
Of listen all day
Every name, every song, every part
Am I talking way too much?
Am I risking my entire life?
And I’m anxious, about anything
Every day, every month of my life
Try to get out.
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2. |
Crows
04:30
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I just want some peace
And you make it over
Down
I just wanted to get lost
And you found me on the
Church
You will spit my grave
While I’m sleeping forever
You will hate my soul
And you’ll throw it to the
Crows
All my fears will rise tonight
My depression
I’m living scared
All the time I’m only
Dying
I want to go back
To the times where nothing
Happens
All my fears will rise tonight
My depression
I just want some peace
But you know it’s too late
You will hate my soul
And you’ll throw it to the
Crows
All my fears will rise tonight
My depression.
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3. |
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No
I don’t want
To be right here
Trying
Wait
On the edge
Of my troubles
Crying
No
I don’t want
To be right here
Crying
Live
Free or die
We are all here
Trying
My
Suicide
Is on coming
Running
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4. |
Untitled
03:12
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What’s your desire?
Let’s make it grow
What’s your desire?
Ask the light from above
Rise around
Dance in the fire
Clean all your soul
I want some peace of mind
‘Cause I’m living wrong
Rise around
And when you fall in my eyes
My neck is bleeding
My hands are burnt
My time is over
I don’t care anymore
Rise around
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5. |
West Side
02:35
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Running
Laughing
And we still don’t giving a fuck
Cause we are young and we make so much noise
We wanna scream
And get drunk with anything
West side
West side
I tike my bike
And I ride to a park
Dodging people in the streets
My friends are there
Waiting for me
....
And fucking around on the
West side
West side
West side
The west side
Is my home
Some people
Are so annoying
But it’s not our fault
These people needs
Interracial sex
With just eleven black mens
Cause we aren’t going to fuck
With them
I wanna live
In the west side
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RUBBER Buenos Aires, Argentina
RUBBER es una banda post-punk garage de Buenos Aires
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