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Never Got Over
Guess I never got over
Everything you said and done
Never thought of you as my lover
Just another fool with a gun
Hate!
Is a wonderful thing
Yes I thought you were my brother
Another fool who let me down
Yes I thought you'd come over
And save me from all of these lies
Hate!
Is a wonderful thing
Are you lonely?
Were you scared?
Were you mad?
Was it anger?
Are you sorry?
Does it matter?
How's it going?
My lover
My brother
Come over
My lover
My brother
Come over
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Dogs and horses
Dogs and horses from the past
Never happen, never last
Red drape curtains in these halls
Roads with friends that go
When dogs bark you speak to me
No recollection of this memory
Empty rooms with spare doors
Neighbours moving from ninth floor
Trees are blowing
Green and gold
Child is dancing
Down the road
Dreams of death they'll show
When dogs bark you speak to me
No recollection of this memory
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Bebe Na Vole - Free me
02:49
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Free Me
Free me from myself
Sure hope Lord will help
Feeling sick and tired
All my good time expired
Need a little hope
My whole life went up in smoke
Nobody can save
Rich or poor, night or day
Save you from the grave
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Bebe Na Vole - Shaped me
03:08
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Shaped Me
Don't apologise for what you done to us
You can try but no one really cares
Save your words there ain't no need to justify
They all fail once damage had been done
You ain't got to lie for anyone
There' s only so many things one can change
You made it whole lot worse for everyone
You done shaped me into what I become
You gotta know that you completely wrecked my heart
And now the light fades from you r eyes
You brought a whole lot of hurt to everyone
You done failed me and you were my only one
You done failed me and you were my holy one
You done shaped me into what I become
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Bebe Na Vole - So what
02:57
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So What
Carry the shit in your mouth
So everyone can get the smell and the taste of your mind
You blind torn broken and lazy
Lost in that world of your own
Roaming that street like a dog
day after day you beg by the same closed doors
you smile and bow at the ones who know
you have lost it all
and the you die
so what
Sold on some broken ideas
nothing but hope cult
sizing your own weight in gold
you're old, a liar sagging and crazy
there ain't nothing new under the sun
and the you die
so what
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DIe on you
All your men die on you
So will I
All your dreams fail on you
So have mine
Won't you forgive, give me everything
Because surely I can't
All your friends they turned on you
So will I
All your men die on you
So will I
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Bebe Na Vole - Community
03:14
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Community
Let him die there will come another one
Another one just like him
Cry because he about to live a life
of misery and strife
Just like everyone
When she drowned under the winter sun
I saw nobody run but us
It's alright just sweat it out
It takes a community to fuck up this bad
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I been lost
There's a rope in my hand
and a gun in my bag that's true
take little time and sit for a while I'm blue
My shadow is gone there is only me and you
There's a knot in my gland and I run from demand so cruel
So take that little lie turn it inside out till it's truth
My ego done grown to the point of no return
You're on my turf lover you've got everything to lose
You'll lose
I been lost but I've never been lost like you
I had a life to live and options I could choose
I guess
I been low but I've never been low as you
I had a life to live and options I could choose
I guess
I been lost but I've never been lost as you
I had a life to live and options I could choose
I guess
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Bebe Na Vole - Gun
03:24
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Gun
I'm getting a gun
The damage is done
I'm picking the spot
Guess I'm leaving the flock
My rage is pure but I'm unsure
I'll aim for the sun
End up in the ground
I'll end the sound
So I can never be found
Will the dirt be wet?
Will my death be wept?
Don't bury just burn
Things shall take a different turn
I'm getting a gun
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Bebe Na Vole - Holy John
03:01
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Holy John
Funny how you left
I thought the road was your friend
No more sticks left to bend
I wonder if we ever see you again
In the form of a little boy
Mother's chains are set to destroy
Make this world your running ground
God made clear you was found
Holy John of sweet relief
Now a saint once a thief
Soul is what you can't destroy
See you one the road to joy
All this drama and she wasn't even here
Play the part and lose a tear
Guess there's no one left to cry
You're in her feet and in her eyes
Holy John of sweet relief
Now a saint once a thief
Soul is what you can't destroy
See you one the road to joy
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Hello Girlfriend
Hello girlfriend
what's the plan is it worth it
all the violence and mornings taken hostage
on the run to the plains
we're all broken
in no position to make demands
just stay alive
winter is coming across the pond
it's do or die
whatever got you thru the day
it's no life
trade your shadow for a dream
but do come back child
howling highways staying sane
we was friends
so it goes
land of slaughtered indians
never really stood a chance
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You don't love me
I got a hole so big
not even God can fill
I got a soul so ill
not even death could heal, no
I got a heart so hurt
it never ever want's to feel
so cover me with dirt
and watch my skin peel
'cause you don't love me at all
Mother I am sick
there ain't turning back
so keep that candle lit
on my way out
'cause you don't love me at all
I finally lost my mind
they finally got a hold of me
so Father do another one your tricks
and make these days rewind please
and take another look
before you drop the line
and see what you all done
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Bebe Na Vole Zagreb, Croatia
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