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Weird Tales
03:33
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I was trapped in a Sunday, cornered into my mind
Hot pink raptors, looking straight to my eyes
Got a feeling that these shoes, are always just to tight
Weird tales of vampires, told in present tense light
Always feeling like I’m sleeping in a hotel room
Got an idea in my head, but the edges are sharp
Polishing compound, found in craters in Mars,
Got a really bad shoulder, my front teeth are worn out
Got an itch in my sixth sense, got a fear that walks back
Bloody bathtubs, summer stupor in a flask
Said goodbye to the spring, forgot your hair copper sparks
It didn’t really matter ‘cause I’m always feeling like
I’m sleeping in a hotel room
Like I’m sleeping in a hotel room
Like I’m sleeping in a hotel room
‘Since I saw you in the classroom, got you into my heart
Got a record on my wall, four guys walking by
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Class-B Stardom
03:13
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Steppin’ on a loose tile soaked under the rain, the ice is melting fast
Inside the mint julep
The dizziness of freedom has her face all blurred
Frustration flowing steady through his forehead vein
Showing no sign of concern, trippin over his ego getting up on stage
Cables braiding legs, dreaming tickles
He’s king ‘76 hanging on the ropes and burning all the ships
Delays the start, snake eyes
Houston we’ve got a problem expectation dies
You couldn’t stand the weather and you couldn’t stand the crowd
You couldn’t stand the weather and the class-b stardom
Walks out in a daze, feels like rolling on the cold side of his bed
Clouds are judgemental on the falling day, soft spell of the summer and a
shoulder’ shake
Bloodshot are the headlights staring at his face tormenting him and
choiring someone else’s name
You couldn’t stand the weather and you couldn’t stand the crowd
You couldn’t stand the weather and the class-b stardom
Rehearsing interviews
Loaded on profile views
You couldn’t stand the weather and you couldn’t stand the crowd
You couldn’t stand the weather and the class-b stardom
You couldn’t stand the weather and you couldn’t stand the crowd
You couldn’t stand the weather and the class-b stardom
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Corcega Quilmes, Argentina
Corcega es una banda de Quilmes, Buenos Aires, Argentina. Actualmente se encuentra editando su segundo
álbum.
Cristian De Fazio: Voz - Guitarra
Cristobal Torre: Guitarra
Fernando Peiretti: Bajo
Enrico Peiretti: Teclado y sintetizadores
... more
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