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Invisible
03:20
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...we are friends / we are lovers / we are indefinable / we are clammy firework / ready to surprise / we are selfish / we are selfless / we are nothing in between / we are beautiful mess / and this is what it means to be invisible to the rest of the world / and the brightest path always seem to lead astray / so we stray from it, to find hope / chorus / it was part of the plan that we collide, but thatʼs okay as long as we die down together / it was part of the plan that we collide, but thatʼs okay as long as we burn up together.
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Home
02:49
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look how they smile on their beautiful fucked up family portrait / look how they smile on their beautiful fucked up family portrait / I donʼt know the first thing about what they call home / the world has become a terrible place / captured in frames – without grace / itʼs so ordinary / itʼs a lie / chorus / on whispering walls / I count the days / stroke after stroke / and Iʼm wondering, if thereʼs a way to escape from here / oh, look how they smile / so beautiful / so fucked up / oh, look how they smile / so beautiful / so fucked up / fucked up / fucked up / fucked up / damn, they are beautiful.
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September
04:41
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with half-closed eyes and tired smiles, we share the last cigarette of the night before falling asleep in the trunk of your car / everythingʼs right so far away / away from the place weʼll never call home / I feel like lying awake on a class-trip, but we are to old for things like that – never to old for anything / hands are searching for hands and feed are touching / chorus / what is your plan? / where do we go? / should we forget? / should we ignore? / I am afraid that it could end before I know, what it has meant / I feel like lying awake on a class-trip, but we are to old for things like that – never to old for anything / you said with a smile that you suffer with a smile / in every second, in every breath there is history pulsing and beating / with half-closed eyes and tired smiles, we share the last cigarette of the night before falling asleep in the trunk of your car / everythingʼs right so far away / away from the place weʼll never call home again / the hardest part we canʼt deny, is to admit that history is falling apart.
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Act IV
03:57
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you taught me how to drive on the parking lot behind our school / carelessly drunk we threw stones at the stars / we were one / we were truly the same / somehow everything has changed / you canʼt read my thoughts anymore / and I forgot how to ask, if we are still one? / and truly the same? / speak up / speak up / give me a reason for everything / are we missing one or is this the final act? / I am sure that I donʼt know / push it further down / I donʼt want to die alone / donʼt you dare to break your word / and nothing is right / nothing! / nothing! / give me a reason for everything / and we end up on the highway and you tell me that I am your best friend and I
donʼt need to think twice and I grab the wheel / chorus / and we end up on the highway and you tell me that I am your best friend and I donʼt need to think twice and I grab the wheel to pull it around and the headlights they flare / this crashing noise – is it just in my head? / like ships that pass in the night, we fail to see each other and what we are...
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