1. |
The Puppets Game
04:23
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The Puppets Game
We've been waiting up.
We have turned on the TV
just to watch another show
that's nothing to do with this.
But hey, that's OK.
Did not know what to expect
'cos we all knew beforehand
that we wouldn't have the chance
to live up to your ill taste.
But now, that's alright.
So we've turned around and seen
what is really going on here.
It's just another casualty
of us playing the puppets game.
And when the lights have been turned on,
your puppets play the puppets show.
Yeah, we ain't going to London.
I guess there'll be another chance.
We keep on making our mistakes.
We do not like the easy way.
Yeah, we ain't going to London,
but we ain't playing the puppets game.
Take our time
before we run away
and it's, and it's just too late.
Run, gotta take my hand,
I will make stars of y'all in many different ways.
You will crawl, you will beg,
you will lick my feet
with ten big diamond rings
that I wear in them.
I'm the sickest of men
that there ever was.
Money oozes from my pockets
though I owe you all.
We've awoken up,
you'll hear us loud,
this is our battlecry!
And when the lights have been turned on,
your puppets play the puppets show.
Yeah, we ain't going to London.
I guess there'll be another chance. We keep on making our mistakes.
We never liked the easy way.
Yeah, we ain't going to London,
but we ain't playing the puppets game.
Take our time
before we run away
and it's, and it's just too late.
Take our time
before the end of the story.
It'll take us time,
we'll hold our breath till we get there.
Take our time
before the end of the story.
I'll hold you tight
before we run and it's too late.
Before it's too late(x7)
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2. |
Trying
03:52
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TRYING-SCREAMS ON SUNDAY
Faithless people
try to reach God.
Find'im with bloody hands.
Countless stories
find the glory
in heroes
who've got no name.
[A] Every time I turn around and feel like trying to escape this town I
fail.
[CHORUS]
I've been trying to get away,
trying to escape to another place but
I can't, I can't.
I can't 'cos I am down.
I've been trying to set me free,
trying to change everything I see but
I can't, I can't.
I can't 'cos I am down and all I see is me.
Hopeless hoping
to be something.
Someone's spoken,
ripped His heart and left us shaking.
Can we take Him
to our side and
remind us of who we were?
[A] Every time I turn around and feel like trying to escape this town I
fail.
[CHORUS]
I've been trying to get away,
trying to escape to another place but
I can't, I can't.
I can't 'cos I am down.I've been trying to set me free,
trying to change everything I see but
I can't, I can't.
I can't 'cos I am down and all I see is …
[BRIDGE]
Forgive us
for what we've done.
We're trying
to live and
no-one knows the truth.
There's no better place and
all we try is to…
I've been trying to get away,
trying to escape to another place but
I can't, I can't.
I can't 'cos I am down.
I'vee been trying to set me free,
trying to change everything I see but
I can't, I can't.
I can't 'cos I am down and all I see is
I can't, I can't.
I can't 'cos I am down and all I see is
I can't, I can't.
I can't 'cos I am down and all I see is me.
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3. |
That's Not My Soul
02:41
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That's Not My Soul- Screams On Sunday
Ahum
Here we go
There's a fire inside.
And it's burning me up.
The flames are heating,
nostalgia seems to be winning
though I loved the other night.
Feeling nothing at all.
My memories blurred.
C'mon now, let us pick up the guitar and go.
Chorus:
When the moon rises up
and you drink up my whole.
I'm still alive,
you may think that I am not
but baby, I don't have soul.
When the moon rises up
and you drink up my whole.
I'm still alive,
you may think that I am not
but baby, no, that's not my soul.
There's a fire inside.
And it's burning you up.
The flames are heating,
nostalgia seems to be winning
though you loved the other night.
Feeling nothing at all.
Our memories blurred.
C'mon now, let us pick up the guitar and go.
Chorus:
When the moon rises up
and you drink up my whole.
I'm still alive,
you may think that I am not
but baby, I don't have soul.
When the moon rises up
and you drink up my whole.
I'm still alive,
you may think that I am not
but baby, no, that's not my soul.
Oh,oh,oh,oh.
I'm at this situation and it feels like burning up.I've got my hands in the sky
and you're coming with me.
I'm at this situation and it feels like burning up.
We've got our hands in the sky.
Uh-oh,uh-oh-oh.
Uh-oh,uh-oh-oh.
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4. |
Call Reality A Lie
04:59
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Call Reality A Lie
I've been drowning,
I've been sleeping
in this lonely town I live in.
I've been trying to figure out
everything that goes around.
Pretentious truths,
conceited looks,
a broken glass that harms us, fools.
Thick red wine flowing in your mouths.
Greed will soon become your blood.
Waste your time
(Call reality a lie but)
I will fight
(Go on and say what you'd like 'cos)
I'll be fine
(Call reality a lie but)
My heart, my head,
they won't swerve nor wind up everything.
Will you despise me just for who I am?
For what I've done along the way?
For not letting myself bow down?
For staying strong when you were down?
Your breath misleads you
to the sweetest kingdoms.
I know best than that.
Crash the glass again,
against the floor of this motel.
Crash the glass again,
again, again, again to
Waste your time
(Call reality a lie but)
I will fight
(Go on and say what you'd like 'cos)
I'll be fine
(Call reality a lie but)
My heart, my head,
they won't swerve nor wind up everything.
Will you try to help me out?
Ablaze me when I'm down?
Tell me why, tell me why I'm still here.
Please tell me.Will you try to help me out?
Ablaze me when I'm down?
Tell me why, tell me why I'm still here.
Will you hold me?
Or disown me?
Will you hold me?
Or disown me?
Again, again, not me...
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5. |
Double Life
04:21
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Double Life- Screams On Sunday
I lead a double life and now,
that you have found it out.
Will you still love me like you did before?
Yeah, I'm sitting on the couch and while,
you're down there on the floor,
crying and shaking for the things I've done.
The cops are knocking on my door,
a door that they have crushed like
all the memories we'd built for years
that are crumbling down and
you feel shivers behind your neck.
And now that everyone is gone
you whisper to yourself:
"Don't turn your back to her."
Chorus:
I lead a double-life.
And now that you've found out.
Oh, will you still love me?
Will I still be the one?
I keep a gun under my skirt
and a knife with blood.
Oh, will you still love me?
Know that I'm a criminal oh,oh,oh,oh.
Now I'm a criminal oh,oh,oh,oh.
Your friends were not as good as me.
You thought so and I acted.
Jealousy is a new friend of mine that let me planned it.
Your mouth wide opened, shot downstairs.
We cross our eyes, you're hiding.
With a gun pulled to your head:
"Are you with or against me?"
Chorus:
I lead a double-life.
And now that you've found out.
Oh, will you still love me?
Will I still be the one?
I keep a gun under my skirt
and a knife with blood.
Oh, will you still love me?
Know that I'm a criminal oh,oh,oh,oh.
Now I'm a criminal oh,oh,oh,oh.
Know that I'm a criminal oh,oh,oh,oh.Now I'm a criminal oh,oh,oh,oh.
Hold on, we'll never feel the same.[BIS]
I lead a double-life.
And now that you've found out.
Oh, will you still love me?
Will I still be the one?
A knife with blood.
Oh, will you still love me?
Know that I'm a criminal.
I lead a double life
and now that you've found out, ah, ah, out.
Now I'm a criminal.
I keep a gun under my skirt
and a knife with blood.
Now I'm a criminal oh,oh,oh,oh.
Now I'm a criminal oh,oh,oh,oh,oh.
Now I'm a criminal oh,oh,oh,oh,oh.
Now I'm a criminal oh.
Now I'm a criminal.
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