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Rapture
03:38
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Tell me what’s next
Tell me what’s best
Put a cassette into the tape deck
Gotta play it for me
Hear the voices weep
Let the sad poets sing me to sleep
This is the rapture of my heart
Of my rebel heart
Tell me what’s worse
To die young or to die first
I guess it doesn’t make a difference
Gotta stick to the blue
Like a stone in my shoe
I will carry it along
Will carry it along
This is the rapture of my heart
Of my rebel heart
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Bloom
03:48
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I was more than a bloom
in your shadow
breaking into light
At angles unplanned and unknown
I fought my way into life
Oh I know its hard
When it’s in your blood
When you grow apart
From what you are
I am more than a bad, bad idea
Somewhere in your skull
Oh the morning after will come
When I’m rising ten feet tall
While you’re sitting down in a pool
Drowning in extremes
You are not much more than a lost
A lost habit in-between
Oh I know its hard
When it’s in your blood
When you grow apart
From what you are / love
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3. |
American Boy
03:15
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You came down like the news to the valley
An American boy dressed in corduroy
Oh they used to throw parades for the holidays
But it’s different nowadays
When there’s nothing worth that stays
But life is not about loving anybody else
At first you lose control and then you lose yourself
This life is not about loving honey
At first you lose control then you lose your money
Oh you think so much and live so little
Got your hope stitched on your sleeve
But you’re the one that deceives
Turning pain into a perfect product
Modernism is a dream we’ve been living in between
But life is not about loving anybody else
At first you lose control and then you lose yourself
This life is not about loving honey
At first you lose control then you lose your money
Oh what can you do
When your mind is a palace but your heart is a menace
Oh what can you do
Gonna burn it on a stake to destroy is to create
Oh what can you do
When your mind is a palace but your heart is a menace
Oh what can you do
There is nothing to debate to destroy is to create
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4. |
Heather
03:37
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We used to sleep under the trees
Now all we do is browse through
Long forgotten distant memories
And then the boredom settles in
You used to tell me you gonna be a star
distant and dying
Shining from afar
Now you’re not more than a strangers dim shadow
Living in a mirror
feeling like an error
Cause real life sucks losers dry
If you wanna have luck
learn to aim high
Real life sucks everyone dry
If you wanna have fun
learn to get high
Keep your eye on the price baby
Keep your feet on the ice for me
Keep your head up high baby
Nothing stays like it used to be
Our loneliness used to have a cure
Riding on our bikes and take a tour
Now every hour every minute
It breaks like waves and we can’t kill it
Cause real life sucks losers dry
If you wanna have luck
learn to aim high
Real life sucks everyone dry
If you wanna have fun
learn to get high
Keep your eye on the price baby
Keep your feet on the ice for me
Keep your head up high baby
Nothing stays like it used to be
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5. |
Hamburg
03:11
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6. |
Resonating Truly
03:33
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At times I am living
In a made-up scenery
Where the whole world is ending
But it won’t give up on me
I can stop the reel at a particular frame
And hold it for a second
While I’m trying to let everything in
A memory in fragments
With too many thoughts in the dark
Well I am almost free
In a never-ending fall
Someday I’ll disappear
But tonight I am an open door
Keep moving right through me
While I’m playing this particular chord
Resonating truly
I swear my blood is changing
Turning into a feral thing
But I’m a curios observer
Have been tired ever since
I can stop the stream at a particular vein
Hold it for a second
While I’m trying to breathe everything in
A memory in fragments
With too many thoughts in the dark
Well I am almost free
In a never-ending fall
Someday I was never here
But tonight I am an open door
Keep moving right through me
While I’m playing this particular chord
Resonating truly
For you
Oh you’re trying to live through me
While I try to carry on
But it’s like an open window
with the heating still left on
With too many thoughts in the dark
Well I am almost free
In a never-ending fall
Someday I was never here
But tonight I am an open door
Keep moving right through me
While I’m playing this particular chord
Resonating truly
For you
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What if the internet
Closed its gates at midnight
We’d have to take a look
At each other
For the first time
Would we be tempted to say nothing
Or have nothing left to say
Sitting awkwardly in silence
Doesn’t matter anyway
Cause what we lack in empathy
We’ll make up with apathy
What we lack in empathy
We’ll make up with apathy
Oh believe me I'd betray my blood
With a flesh deep paper cut
For a deeply cleansing flood
Wash the guilt away for once
I feel the urge to be reborn
To forget the world we mourn
Oh, this fever is like Rome
Everything leads right back to it
And what we lack in empathy
we’ll make up with apathy
What we lack in empathy
We’ll make up with apathy
I've got a bad taste in my mouth
Since the internet went out
Maybe I'll write you a letter
Oh I'm trying to get better
Better…
I try to get better
better….
One day I’ll get better
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8. |
Naked World
04:13
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I washed myself clean
Down to the bone clean
I get so easily distracted
So easy disconnected
After rain-filled days
Come the sun-drenched ones
When the light is floating softly
Through my bedroom
Through the walls
And my eyes are satisfied
But I'm longing for the night
To get lost in galaxies
Born in fantasies
My mind is a distant star
I can see it from afar
It's a naked world up here
My mind is a distant star
I can see it from afar
It's a naked world up here
I may be named after the sea
But I’d much rather be
As solid as the core
Of this revery
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Kraków Loves Adana Hamburg, Germany
Kraków Loves Adana formed in 2006 after eyeing each other for months at the same nightclubs in Germany. The group’s guitar-driven electronic ballads echo dream pop with a melancholic edge. Kraków Loves Adana are Deniz Çiçek & Robert Heitmann.
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