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I've forgotten all the best nights of my life,
I guess I've been drinking too much.
I lost every friend I ever had,
they always say we just lost touch.
I've got people sleeping in my heart,
I don't wake them anymore.
I've got people sleeping in my heart,
in my dreams I just check to see if they're breathing.
The last of my kind died alone years ago,
I guess that's just our luck.
I've been hiding in this room for ages,
each time I move forward I get stuck.
I've got people sleeping in my heart,
I don't wake them anymore.
I've got people sleeping in my heart,
in my dreams I always just kiss them goodnight.
Sweet dreams.
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This is taking too long
01:34
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If dreams could be used as fuel,
we'd be halfway to New York City by now.
I always thought this would be easier somehow.
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The way back home
01:22
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It's Christmas again:
Grab a hold of your friends.
Take them out singing and dancing all over the town.
It's Christmas again:
It's easy to find your way.
Just follow the lights in the windows and you'll be back home.
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So much time spent waiting for your call,
I stayed up for days.
What could you want from me,
I gave you everything.
I am done with this sad, sad story.
I give up.
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Tale of the vinyl ghosts
02:49
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The last time that I heard your voice...
God, it must've been another life.
Did you ever write that heartbreakin' song?
Has an honest man made you his wife?
You should come to San Diego,
sing me all those pretty songs;
you should find me in a phonebook,
love me all night long.
Sometimes I hear you on the radio,
Yeah, I turn the volume down.
We should've been bolder, oh it could've been us –
Me in my rags, you in your dressing gown.
You should come to San Diego,
sing me all those pretty songs;
you should find me in a phonebook,
love me all night long.
What did you say by the river as the half moon waned low?
'Darling, if I leave you, please just let me go.'
Tonight I'll clean those records, let your spirit free,
It's as close to a real ending as I will ever be.
You should come to San Diego,
sing me all those pretty songs;
you should find me in a phonebook,
love me all night long.
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Once upon a time, you could've rambled for hours; now you barely speak for days. I should've known something was wrong. I only got it when I saw your suitcase on the bed. You were staring at the floor and the subtitles to your silence read: 'I'm sorry, baby. I do not love you anymore.'
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We were walkin' down the empty street,
Talkin', how nice it is to meet
somebody you can talk to about anything.
My heart was poundin' faster than the light,
I was tremblin', full of fright:
what if I never get to see you again.
It was getting late when you said,
Said that you needed to go to bed,
So I stopped all the clocks for you instead.
Your eyes were gleamin', like the morning sun
After days of rain are done
As you talked about the songs that changed your life.
I'll admit that I felt like a boy again,
Giddy and noxious, oh but then
That's just what falling in love does to a man.
It was getting late when you said,
Said that you needed to go to bed,
So I stopped all the clocks for you instead.
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8. |
Wrong man
01:46
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I fell in love with the wrong man,
When he'd drink, he'd always raise his hand.
I fell in love with the wrong guy,
He'd never answer when I'd ask him why,
Why won't he let me go if he don't love me?
Why do I even hang around?
I fell in love with the wrong boy,
He treats me like I am just some toy.
I fell in love with a pretty face, when
I should've been looking for a warm embrace.
Why won't he leave me be if he don't care?
Why do I even hang around?
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Goodbye, Princess.
02:55
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They woke me up with the news
That you took your last breath as the morning drew close.
I knew it was coming, still I couldn't say anything.
And they packed up your things,
All of the silver and all of the gold.
Suddenly I feel so weary and old,
And lost.
We buried your frail bones
Deep, oh so deep in the earth, covered the grave with stones
So the wolves will not find you.
They'll be prowling, now that winter is close.
And we've all wept for you,
All the king's daughters and all the king's men;
And the cruel god that took you, I never talked to him again,
No, never.
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10. |
Binary lullaby
03:37
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Goodnight.
Goodnight, love.
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Elephant and the Moon Zagreb, Croatia
Petar Vranić is a musician from Zagreb, Croatia, playing sad songs for dirty lovers.
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