Do you remember the days I was only nineteen?

I used to chase your smile at the avenues and the magazines

My heart enjoyed skipping beats after beats for you

Now I’m growing older in terms of maturity

Against my childish dreams and living’s duties

And the unforgettable beauty of you

But I still mourn

Lay down here by the telephone

Mourn, all night long

From my blood to my bones, for you

So I’m stepping forward without a trace

With my hunger for love and the memory of your face

And the passion I misplaced in you

And I still mourn

Lay down here by the telephone

Mourn, all night long

From my blood to my bones, for you

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Hey love,

You’re drowning in your colors

Don’t you wanna have some rest?

You’re searching for yourself in me, I know that, don’t resist

Hey love,

I spent years on your bench

Can’t you feel my weary chest?

I’m tired of loving you

I’m tired of showing you my best

Because I’m burning in a gone down deal

Yearning for your art to heal and faking what I feel

Paint me a heart right now for real

Hey love,

Stop drawing my face

It’s growing ugly and old

Dig my heart

Don’t judge me from your painting board

Paint me a heart, though I know it’s gonna be fake

Paint me a heart, for someone else to break (you never loved me anyway)

Paint me a heart, with any color, any shape, any heartbeat rate 

Because I’m burning in a gone down deal

Yearning for your art to heal and faking what I feel

Paint me a heart right now for real

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Father, I’m running through the fire

I don’t want to belong, I just need a place to admire

I run and I run towards the sun

Thinking about the things I could’ve done about it

My friends are gone, one by one

To the fighting, they just can’t live without it

You know I’ve never lost the faith within

If God is with us, then who’s with them?

Mother, I’m drowning in my desires

I just wanted to keep a wife and a home, but they call me a thief and a liar 

I drown and I drown in this fucked up town

The roots in the ground had poisoned my fortune

I see people meltdown for unknown grounds

What kind of love can cause this tension?

It doesn’t really matter where it all begins

Because we prayed and we cried and we moaned and we failed and we sinned

Call it rebellion, I found myself in this rebellion

In this rebellion, I’m not a blind civilian

I don’t bleed my head

I don’t wear the black

I don’t close my eyes and ears

To prove piety

I don’t grow my beard

I don’t preach slaughter 

I don’t raise a sword for the lord

To show loyalty 

And that’s what I see

What’s wrong with unity?

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Pretty girls standing by the door

Hearts of gold in their hands and still searching for more

Fragments from the past just come and mess with my dying soul

And all the city boys have packed up and gone

Leaving some beautiful schemes of houses left undone

They think that they were fooled by those dreams they haven’t won

Mama, this misty town ain’t the same

Mama, isn’t it a shame? What I became,

Another loser in this game

Mama, this dusty town ain’t the same

Mama, isn’t it a shame? I’m being blamed,

For being lonely through the crowd

Mama, this misty town ain’t the same

Mama, isn’t it a shame? What I became,

Another loser in this game

Mama, this dusty town ain’t the same

Mama, isn’t it a shame? I’m being blamed,

For being lonely through the crowd

Mama, isn’t it a shame? I’m being blamed

Because no one knows my name, no one knows I’m in pain

Mama, can’t you see my heart is left unfed

I live in my dreams from my own deathbed

Let me out, Ma!

Let me out, Ma!

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I’m still here, hanging at the corners

Seeking your heart within people, the sad of them and the playful

In these dark years where love is shameful

And I’ve got nothing but your laughter echoed in my head

My heart is where the sunset is, where your truth denies your promises

In the wait for another dream, probably

My love…

We turn around for love abroad

We hunt for love that’s outlawed

We worship different holy books from the same God

It’s the same you and me, the busker and the refugee

In the wait for another dream, probably

My love…

Why?

Why?

Why have you taken my Sugarbee from me?

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