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![NOTS - Insect Eyes [album "We Are Nots", 2014]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/9Yvjewj28wU/0.jpg)
You're gonna wake up one morning as the sun greets the dawn
You're gonna wake up one morning as the sun greets the dawn
You're gonna look around in your mind, girl, you're gonna find that I'm gone
You didn't realize
You didn't realize
You didn't realize
You didn't realize
You didn't realize
Oh you're gonna miss me, baby
Oh you're gonna miss me, baby
Oh you're gonna miss me, child, yeah, yeah
I gave you the warning
But you never heeded it
How can you say you miss my lovin
When you never needed it
You're gonna wake up wonderin'
Find yourself all alone
But what's gonna stop me, baby?
I'm not comin' home
I'm not comin' home
I'm not comin' home
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Collapsed laughter running, falling, drifting, across the mine field of your thoughts dissolved wondering: who am I? why should I be alone, alone?
Concrete forests loom into view
steel throated robots tell you what to do
Look out big brother is lookin' at you
Look out big brother is lookin' at you
Your head is reeling
Your head is reeling
Flowered children dressed in a shroud
are enveloped by a great flanell cloud
Because they go around acting too proud
Because they go around acting too proud
Your head is reeling
Your head is reeling
Plastic masses don't know what to say
But they want to make all the flowers go away
Or else take the sun away from your day
Or else they'll take the sun away from your day
Your head is reeling
Your head is reeling
Your head is reeling
Your head is reeling
Your head is reeling
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Cast away across this ancient land
The desert heat burns the Eastern sand
Fever falls and it starts to take hold
Asphalt blood worth its weight in gold
The battle cries echo through the stones
A thousand men and children far from home
Fighting for them that would not fight
Forsake all concepts of what's wrong & right
History repeats or so the prophecies say
Tomorrow's bloodshed is our failures today
No man raising up his hands in protest
To think we thought our government knew best
Painting devils on the eyes of our youth
So many words spoken & yet so little truth
Too much talk but when will you move
It's at the point where we have little to lose
And they crest the hill so savage & wild
Scorching the land & every woman & child
Through the deserts they slip into the night
And they die
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Hier luistert Sriracha met haar mooie naam naarquote:
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Hier luisterde ik naar voordat ik naar het lekkere nummertje van Sriracha ging luisteren
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![Quilt - Mary Mountain [Official Video]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/RBXyvzMu-2w/0.jpg)
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Puzzie
C'est La Fucking Vie
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[ Bericht 23% gewijzigd door Puzzie op 23-05-2017 20:24:43 ]My age is very
Inappropriate
for my behavior
Vertel. Wat voor emoties ervaar je bij het beluisteren van deze pareltjes?quote:
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