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We’re gonna wake them suckers for another round,
Cause we’re going back to a bar in Carolina.
Baby, tooth picking time for the rookie in line,
Well he’s sailing back for his love to another town.
We live a life on the hard getting all worn out,
Oh boy you’re gonna miss those nights when you’re coming down.
Taking all the wrongs steps in the back of my mind,
Oh man, oh man I’m gonna make it alright if you let me around.
Walking back to the start where it all began.
All these dark places we danced to get back in the ring.
Tell me how you missed me but I don’t want to love again.
back to the finish line we ram.
We’re gonna wake them suckers for one last round,
Then we’re heading east on the road till the sun goes brown.
I’ll be crying I’ll be crying I’ll be crying for more .
Oh girl you tell your daddy we’ll be sleeping on your ragged floor.
Baby comb my hair and sing me a song.
And tell me that we’re leaving this party on an early run.
Walking back to the start where we all began.
All these dark places we danced to get back in the ring.
Tell me how you missed me but I don’t want to love again.
back to the finish line we ram.
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The Wind
03:55
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I’ve been traveling most of my time,
I wonder where I’ll die.
All these things I must leave behind,
They come before my needs.
But ever since I’ve been traveling time,
I wonder how I would look in their mothers eyes through the burning sun, and through the rivers I have crossed.
Dark wind you must carry the sun,
How could I ever become like a bird in the sky
I would never return to myself.
Dark wind you must sit on the sun,
And try to hold me down while I’m getting these stones off my skin and my bones, so I can be free.
I’ll remember singing these lines,
And crying cold blue tears.
They will wash my beautiful eyes,
As the burden casts the sky.
But ever since I’ve been traveling time,
I wonder how I would look in their mothers eyes through the burning sun, and through the rivers I have crossed.
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Semmiség
02:38
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Hogy ne bánd, azt, amit tettél bent
a te túlkreált csonka lelkedben.
Félre állsz, ha szél sem fúj,
de ugyan úgy hazudnál,
mert már semmi sem a régi,
semmi sem fáj.
Semmiség. Ugyan semmiség. Semmiség. Ugyan semmiség.
Feszít a bőröm, úgy zúg a fogam.
Persze könnyedén öntöm túl,
de úgy sem maradnék.
Hát most menekül a lábnyom, de még is marasztal.
Mert már semmi, sem a régi,
semmi sem fáj.
Semmiség.
Ugyan semmiség.
Semmiség. Ugyan semmiség.
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Letters From Tennessee
04:36
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Why don’t you look at yourself and come back home.
I’m getting less, heartless, heartless for you.
Call my name, call my name.
Just call my name, call my name.
I could swing all night like water just flowing away.
It took time with the slumber, I don’t feel the same.
Just call my name, call my name.
It took time in the wonder, and I don’t feel the same.
Why don’t you look at yourself and come back home.
I don’t mind when the water knows my name.
Just call my name, and call my name.
I could swing all night like water just flowing away.
It took time in the slumber, and I don’t feel the same.
Just call my name, call my name.
It took time in the wonder, and I don’t feel the same.
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The Moment
03:33
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Climb high up the treehouse,
Hide from your monsters closing in.
Birds, climb with me to the sky. Hm.
This feels like home.
The whirlwind sings to the treehouse,
They crawl back to their mothers’ arms. Hm
My skin hurts from what I see, breath in-out.
Everything will pass.
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Traveling Time
03:56
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Counting all the days left,
as I crawl through the news I get dull.
I think I might return the favour, but summer’s closing in now,
I’m getting all these thoughts out and I’m drunk,
from the cheapest bourbon at the bar tonight.
I’ve never felt the rain before,
I’ve never felt this old before, and I knew it.
Deep in my heart.
And it’s the same old shit that I’ve been running from,
well I guess I was afraid till now.
When life runs down slow. I’ll become the wind.
Now I’m just tired and I wanna go home.
I’m tired and I wanna go home.
I’ve been travelling time. I’ve been travelling time.
Faults and toes living in the same old world.
And it’s the same old shit that I’ve been running from,
Well I guess I was afraid till now.
I’ve been travelling time. I’ve been travelling time.
Faults and toes living in the same old world.
And it’s the same old shit that I’ve been running from,
Well I guess I was afraid till now.
When life comes down slow.
I’ll become the wind.
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The Shore
04:05
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I’m going down to the shore,
To see if they’re coming for more,
But I can’t see no more, cause I’m blinded.
Time to go down-down, see them shattered on the growing ground, and my time is running out,
And yet I’m wasting it all for you.
I came all the way to tell, I don’t feel like myself.
Well I rode the wind today,
And it felt like I was here to stay.
Well I’m going back to the shore,
I will see for myself, if they are coming for more.
But I’m just too tired to let it go.
Cause I’m blinded.
How many times did I breath all the dazzling colours I see. All the glittering lights I feed,
They all come back when I sleep.
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The Road Forever
02:58
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Growing through the road I sailed my time through wind and blood,
then I followed me around until there was nothing left to want.
Washed into that shiver, singing songs for you my death,
I followed me around, until I was going out of breath.
Growing black on the run,
knowing all the things I’ve said.
Going back to the run, looking back on all the things I’ve done wrong.
My old friend, how I’ve missed you the other day.
All these memories, they just won’t go away from me.
How many times do you all want to hear me to play these songs?
Singing ‘Hm’.
Growing black on the run,
knowing all the things I’ve said.
Going back to the run, looking back on all the things I’ve done wrong.
Going back to the run, looking back on all the things I’ve done wrong.
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Helplessly Falling
03:43
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Helplessly Falling
Helplessly falling out the window back to the start.
Helplessly falling through the river back to the sun.
Soon I will become.
Helplessly falling, with the wind back to the shore,
Soon I will be more.
Hey don’t you cry; I’ll be the moon every night.
so, don’t you let me down.
Helplessly falling, out the window back to the stars.
Helplessly falling, through the rivers back to the sun.
Soon I will become.
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Dark Horse
08:22
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How does anybody feel anything at all inside, while riding the dark horse in the mornings, in the nights, in the day, in the darkness.
How could I possibly be real when I’m thinking of karma.
I wasn’t ready when I was born in to this world of lost sons.
How could the dark horse run against the old sunlight I just wasted.
Black tides in the lone of the old mountains, in the nights, in the day, in the darkness.
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Aron Andras Budapest, Hungary
Aron Andras singer-songwritter released his 6th studio album 'The Moment' recorded in Nashville, Tennessee.
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