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Vanadium – Moron’s Model
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Vanadium – Moron’s Model
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Sleeping Pills
You know what’s great with me
I’ve got no need to hurry
I buried here to isolate
I’m a waiter without a fate
There was a time I used to like
I had my back without a spine
when I had no possession
and when the sun wasn’t so bright
when pictures had no correction
when I was able to lie
I was born after I fade out
I’m a sleeper on a couch
You know what’s great with me
There’s nothing I couldn’t be
There’s no place I haven’t been to
and each word I say is proved
Cause each word I learnt was right
And each way I took was real
No need to turn off the light
I will take my sleeping pill
Chance always leads to the night
Would you climb up to the hill
I was born after I fade out
i’m a sleeper on a couch
I was born after I fade out
i’m a sleeper on a couch
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Popular
Funny how we failed
But ain’t love supposed to
Be like a fire
match light flames, and ashes
You’re deaf to my words
I feel like I’m singing to
Outer space
like talking to aliens
I’d like to say you’re dead to me
though nothing comes but come back please
I must get rid of your arms
but it’s a harm to think of it
I wish I didn’t give a shit
and said that I’m all done with it
But I can’t stop myself from being obsessed
with you
Fortunately here in pluto
no one’s heard about your tight jeans
and your voice’s never been
trhough any ear
With your bodyguards all around
I got not chance to get close to yaw
And I know you really don’t care
But come back home cause I
need you
I’d like to say you’re dead to me
though nothing comes but come back please
I must get rid of your arms
but it’s a harm to think of it
I wish I didn’t give a shit
and said that I’m all done with it
But I can’t stop myself from being obsessed
with you
I’ll never buy your top album
I never go back to your live perform
I won’t turn on the radio
because our story turned into
ashes, ashes