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Intro (quarantine ver.)
02:37
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gledam noter a ne vidim ven
vse kar mi ostaja je ta sen
tvoja podoba je dvorezen meč
tudi ko te tukaj ni več
bi šli nazaj med te ljudi
zakaj vse kar ostane so le laži
sam po ulici gol in bos
vse za dober sosedski odnos
vse za umetno ljubosumje in plastičen ponos
zdi se da vse preveč boli
čeprav so to le prividi iz daljnih dni
obupani nad tem da česar iščemo tu več ni
pozabil sem kje sem doma
in kam sem spravil tiste stare čase
vse kar mi ostaja je le
da se zapiram vase in gledam nase
rad bi šel spet domov
kje bi iskali kar že imamo
in zakaj bi iskali nekaj kar nam ne manjka
kam bi odšli ko smo na tleh
kam poiskat tisti smeh
ki manjka našim zdajšnjim jutrom
pozabil sem kje sem doma
in kam sem spravil tiste stare čase
vse kar mi ostaja je le
da se zapiram vase in gledam nase
rad bi šel spet domov
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days like these
full of dreamless sleep
just the thoughts of you crossing my mind
coming over me all the time
words you spoke
haven't left the inside of my head
can you keep your remarks to yourself
when you don't know what to say
living would be easy
if it wasn't stuck on my mind
all of the time
swimming would be easy
if i wasn't struck by the tide
all of my life
and i creep by the sight of it leaving my eye
i'm coming down
my head stays in the cloud
i ponder why shit went down like it did
while you've no fucks to give
and i have to watch it fade away
living would be easy
if it wasn't stuck on my mind
all of the time
swimming would be easy
if i wasn't struck by the tide
all of my life
and in my mind sometimes
i drive sometimes away
have you seen the real me?
have you seen the real me walking around?
have you seen the real me?
have you seen the real me walking around?
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ti nisi eden izmed nas
tvoj glas mi je nepoznan
ko iz sanj se krade v mojo glavo
da ne pozabim nanj
svojo moč sem vso izpil
zakaj sm tako osoren
nimam prostora za dihanje
in v kaj sem primoran
patetika zeva iz mojih oči
in skozi moja usta
iz njih letijo besede brez pomena
sem jaz brez imena
postajam sam
sam sebi gospodar lastne potrebe po tebi,
sebi puščam prosto pot
pod mojim okriljem si spal
a jaz sem se sam vdal
patetika zeva iz mojih oči
in skozi moja usta
iz njih letijo besede brez pomena
sem jaz brez imena
suhe ustnice oklepajo moj spomin
priganjajo moje misli k tvoji pusti
pusti domišljiji prosto pot
sem jaz brez plemena
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experience is nothing next to throwing shit at the wall
and seeing what sticks to it
proposition to the opposition leaders
to switch from democracy to using meat cleavers
it's not safe to be an intellectual
i love hating what they tell me so
did you come clean
about buying a mask to hide your face behind
no but it's fine
i am standing here just to waste your time
steal a couple hundred thousand bucks
they won't even notice it's absent
because we spent billions give 'em to our mothers
we're reptilians we don't feel human emotion
we give ‘em to our schizophrenic brothers nothing bothers us
we caught ourselves stealing
so they couldn't catch us first
they thought we were kneeling
but we were dealing while their eyes were closed
did you come clean
about buying a mask to hide your face behind
no but it's fine
i am standing here just to waste your time
did you come clean
about the skeletons trapped in your closet
crowds of angsty teens but they're feeling fine
they are standing here to waste your time
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Outro (quarantine ver.)
01:17
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the tree man band Tolmin, Slovenia
indie pop-rock, jizz jazz.
Header and backgrount photo by Lenart Lap
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