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Until the end of the day
02:56
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I’m trying to forget
That it’s all in my head
Walk through the shadows
And have no regrets
I know what I am
I can read my hand
Pass through the sorrow
And feeling so vain
And shake off my pain
And shake off my pain
And shake off my pain
Till the end of the day
I’m searching the sun
Burning my skin
I have the gun
And you’re ready to kneel
I’m glad to be alive
Don’t care ‘bout the past
Building the future
And to be out of sight
And shake off my pain
And shake off my pain
And shake off my pain
Till the end of the day
And shake off my pain
And shake off my pain
And shake off my pain
Till the end of the day
I have no regrets in this farewell
I have no regrets in this farewell
I have no regrets in this farewell
I have no regrets in this farewell
And shake off my pain
And shake off my pain
And shake off my pain
Till the end of the day
credits
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2. |
Do you remember?
03:41
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Do you remember, oh the time
Do you remember, oh the sun
Do you remember, oh the girls
Do you remember the time when we went to the beach
Oh I don’t forget
Oh I don’t forget
Do you remember oh my eyes
Do you remember, going blind
Do you remember, getting high
Do you remember the time when we went to the beach
Oh I don’t forget
Oh I don’t forget
Oh I don’t forget
Oh I don’t forget
Do you remember oh my hands
Do you remember oh the back sit of my car
Do you remember oh, the falling of the “Star”
Do you remember the time when we went to the beach
Oh I don’t forget
Oh I don’t forget
Oh I don’t forget
Oh I don’t forget
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3. |
Shine on
03:25
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All this sadness coming to town
in the city of white dust
i've been waiting here for so long
but you never come back home.
Shine on, shine on, to take you where you belong
Shine on, shine on, to take you where you belong
There's no crime you must confess
take a sit and be my guest
all this sadness leaving town
for now i'll stay alone
Shine on, shine on, to take you where you belong
Shine on, shine on, to take you where you belong
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4. |
Here we go!
03:13
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I go with my naked feet on the ground
Just cold but nothing more
But something inside is changing
This is the last time I do this...
Here we go
Take me away
Here we go
Take me away, away from home
Last time I took your face of snow
I guess, it was my mind
But the radio waves told me it’s time to go
I’m ready to spin out of control
Here we go
Take me away
Here we go
Take me away, away from home
Away from home
Away from home
Away from home
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5. |
The story of Pretty Jane
03:49
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Here comes the story of Pretty Jane
Who was born with sad eyes
Here comes the story of rude Antonio
Who was born with hard hands
Here comes the story of baby Gabriel
Who was born at the frontier
They took away your clothes
They took away your son
They took away your hope
They took away your soul
Here comes the story of Pretty Jane
Who was born with no faith
Here comes the story of rude Antonio
Who was born with to be brave
Here comes the story of baby Gabriel
Who was born with no name
They took away your clothes
They took away your son
They took away your hope
They took away your soul
Sha la la la laaaa
Sha la la la laaaa
Sha la la la laaaa
Sha la la la laaaa
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6. |
42
05:01
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From the city where you live I’ll take you baby
I can’t stand no more
From the city where you live I’ll take you baby
I can lead you home
I say love, i want love
you say love, you want love
I can tell you all the things you wanna know
And take the best of you
I can tell me all the things you wanna know
and be somebody to love
I say love, i want love
you say love, you want love
I promise you I never let you down
And make a dream of you
I promise you i'll never let you down
and be the chosen one
I say love, i want love
you say love, you want love
From the city where you live I’ll take you baby
I can’t stand no more
From the city where you live I’ll take you baby
I can lead you home
I say love, i want love
you say love, you want love
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7. |
Outlaw
03:45
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I see your face
I take your hand
I try to win
The war you bring
Outlaw
Outlaw
I see your eyes
Calling me
I felt your mind
Inside of mine
Outlaw
Outlaw
Outlaw!
Outlaw!
Outlaw shot down on the ground
Outlaw shot down on the ground
Outlaw shot down on the ground
Outlaw shot down on the ground
Take aim!
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8. |
Don't pray, don't smoke
03:11
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I’ve come back to the city i was born
Like the thunder of the storm
I couldn’t let you know
The petition i've sent to the Lord
Meet me in the alleyways
In the outskirts of town
Six prayers none the preacher
Don’t pray, don’t smoke
Don’t pray, don’t smoke, on Monday
Don’t pray, don’t smoke On Tuesday
Don’t pray, don’t smoke On Wednesday
Like nicotine, like heroine
Now the battle has begun
There’s no shelter for us
I couldn’t watch her eyes
In the silent, silent night
All sailors are dead
In a leopard dress
As the tears goes by
Don’t pray, don’t smoke
Don’t pray, don’t smoke, on Monday
Don’t pray, don’t smoke on Tuesday
Don’t pray, don’t smoke on Wednesday
Like nicotine, like heroine
Don’t pray, don’t smoke, on Monday
Don’t pray, don’t smoke On Tuesday
Don’t pray, don’t smoke On Wednesday
Like nicotine, like heroine
and more cocaine,
like melody
like balancing
Like cops in cars
Like topless bars
Don’t pray, don’t’ smoke
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9. |
Soneira
05:05
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She, She’s electric for me
She, She’s the lady who waits
And I, I don’t wanna go home tonight
I, I wanna get laid tonight
I don’t wanna be alone tonight
I just wanna have some fun right now
We can do all the things we like to do
At Soneira
She, She’s the queen of nothing
She, She’s the princess of the walking dead
And I, I, I, I’m the king of everything
And I, I’ll be back when we are dead
We are the ones who dream while you’re sleeping
We are the ones who dream while you’re sleeping
We are the ones who dream while you’re sleeping
We are the ones who dream while you’re sleeping
At Soneira’s
…….
We are the ones who dream while you’re sleeping
We are the ones who dream while you’re sleeping
We are the ones who dream while you’re sleeping
We are the ones who dream while you’re sleeping
At Soneira’s
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10. |
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I have the moon and the radio waves
You have eyes in bloom
And words can be enslaved
All the things you haven’t said
I don’t need to hear
All the things you haven’t said
Are all I want to mean
With all these things I’ve said
Time’s running out
After midnight hour
Eyes can’t keep awake
And words we won’t break
All the things you haven’t said
I don’t need to hear
All the things you haven’t said
Are all I want to mean
With all these things I’ve said
Needless to say
And nothing really moves
You just happened in my way
And I took the night for you
All the things you haven’t said
I don’t need to hear
All the things you haven’t said
Are all I want to mean
With all these things I’ve said
With all these things I’ve said
With all these things I’ve said
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Lonely Coaster Fairfax, Virginia
ROCK/GARAGE Band from A Coruña/Fairfax formed at the end of 2008, by Frank Sieiro (guitar) and Franmephisto (vocals). What was born as an acoustic cover band turned into a viable rock band with the addition of Marcos Vidal on drums and Manu Martínez on bass. ... more
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