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Fighterplane
03:59
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You sell your lies to me like sugar pies in a bakery
You fumble my thoughts, blind my sight
So I don't see I'm bleeding internally
Prosecution fills the room, the killer hides in every word that you say
You've got it coming for you darling
I think you have found your trade
One day you'll see, I will shoot your fighterplane down
And you'll crash to the ground, without making a sound
You fire your guns at me, then you nurse my wounds
It's just a game to you
You push me away than pull me close just to hide the truth
Word has it the killer hides in everything you do
Escape is the only option here, left for me to choose
One day you'll see, I will shoot your fighterplane down
And you'll crash to the ground, without making a sound
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Florentine
04:17
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Florentine, I saw you standing in front of the stage
Long hair green eyes, not a sight to waste
And then that smile when you were singing my favorite song
I had to talk to girl, what could go wrong?
Florentine, you're as wise as can be
You say love is a freeway - it'll take you anywhere - feel free
I looked you deep in the eyes and thought "what the heck!"
and tried to kiss that tattoo on your neck
Florentine, come around again
I wanna kiss that tattoo on your skin
I'm on a freeway, I'm flying high on you
I really wanna kiss that neck tattoo
Florentine, you're as crazy as can be
no talking trash - it's plane to see
since that night you really rule my world
If you'd come around and kiss me? Yes, I would!
Florentine, come around again
I wanna kiss that tattoo on your skin
I'm on a freeway, I'm flying high on you
I really wanna kiss that neck tattoo
That night what went wrong?
All of a sudden you were gone
My heart feels heavy like a stone
seems like I'm never coming home
Florentine, come around again
I wanna kiss that tattoo on your skin
I'm on a freeway, I'm flying high on you
I really wanna kiss that neck tattoo
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Hound on my trail
03:15
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Blood stained and dusty boots
Ain't got much more to choose
My trail leads me forth
I can't go back
My shadow shows a fragile man
I need break - but I can't stop
For I can feel it's breath on my back
There's a hound on my trail
There's a hound on my trail
Tonight I might go to hell
If I can't break that spell
There's a hound on my trail
I admit I felt the urge
I drew a gun and she drew blood
I couldn't be more satisfied
Satisfaction came over me like a flood
Like a flood!
There's a hound on my trail
There's a hound on my trail
Tonight I might go to hell
If I can't break that spell
There's a hound on my trail
Jesus used to be a friend of mine
We used to share a lot of good wine
Then I chose to roll the dice
I took a spear and I pierced his side
I pierced his side!
There's a hound on my trail
There's a hound on my trail
Tonight I might go to hell
If I can't break that spell
There's a hound on my trail
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Soulsolution
03:06
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I told you I'd move on
No need for you to be so f....g grim
Didn't I tell you that the day would come
where you'd miss me again?
I've waited for so long
now my time's finally come
to rise up from the ashes
you've left behind
I don't need another friend
I've got enough of them,
I need soulsolution
I don't need another friend
I'm not going with that trend
I need a love revolution
F U
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Time to move on
03:11
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Now it's time to move on - feel the wind in my sails
Soon I'll be gone - I will live again
Now it's time to sing a new song - see the grin in my face
Knowing all the pain will be gone
It's time to move
Got the TV on so I don't feel alone
It's starting to sink in , that all we had is gone
I had to end this agony
yes, I'm facing the storm
baby everything we had is gone
Now it's time to move on - feel the wind in my sails
Soon I'll be gone - I will live again
Now it's time to sing a new song - see the grin in my face
Knowing all the pain will be gone
It's time to move
We've been running in circles
triping over your words
Even now - when I look back
I can tell you it hurts
We were selling our alibis
What used to feel so right,
changed to wrong
Good luck now, cause I'll be gone
Now it's time to move on - feel the wind in my sails
Soon I'll be gone - I will live again
Now it's time to sing a new song - see the grin in my face
Knowing all the pain will be gone
It's time to move
I know there'll be time that will beat me down
And they'll put a fucking dent in my crown
But I'll stand up and fight those demons in my head
Cause I have finally realized, that all we had is dead!
Now it's time to move on - feel the wind in my sails
Soon I'll be gone - I will live again
Now it's time to sing a new song - see the grin in my face
Knowing all the pain will be gone
It's time to move
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Martin Connell and the True Dramatics Celle, Germany
Martin Connell is a german singer/songwriter with english/irish roots. Together with his band "The true Dramatics"he has been hiting the road through Germany and everywhere else the wind might take them. To find out the important things about the band, listen to their songs! ... more
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