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Too Good To Be True
03:40
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Lyrics
It's not hard to remember
When I met you, when you met me
Can't forget what I noticed
Big dark eyes, nice red lips
Nothing to lose
Could only be good news
One of a kind
Always keeping in my mind
How to refuse
You were just what I wanted
Kiss me again
Every night, every morning
Feeling much better than ever
Played my only card on you
Wasting my time
It was too good to be true
Dating a robot
Pretending to be my lover
Full time texting fingers
Scary cell phone fever
Nevertheless
Had a crush on that girl
So despite all the bad
Thought I was a lucky guy
How to refuse
You were just what I wanted
Kiss me again
Every night, every morning
Feeling much better than ever
Played my only card on you
Wasting my time
It was too good to be true
How to refuse
You were just what I wanted
Kiss me again
Every night, every morning
Feeling much better than ever
Played my only card on you
Wasting my time
It was too good to be true
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2. |
1969
04:35
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Lyrics
Mr. Comb is singing again
Lack of sleep feels like I'm playing a game
Forgot my keys at home and I'm a bit late
I really like this tune so I guess it's okay
Just like a swan you get in the train
Indirectly I see your reflected face
Smart and calm you are sure of yourself
You turn this car into the Hall of Fame
I wanna know what's your name, where you go
I wanna feel now, yeah feel now your love
I don't care for the sunshine or the rain
I don't care if I'm late 'cause you just made my day
Day after day, throughout the week
I can't explain I wasn't able to speak
The moon smiles, says I'm a freak
But 1969 was also a dream
A long dream, a long taken
It shouldn't have been but I'm a disaster
I can't believe I fell asleep
I lost my chance it's all because of me
I wanna know what's your name, where you go
I wanna feel now, yeah feel now your love
I don't care for the sunshine or the rain
I don't care if I'm late 'cause you just made my day
Don't know what did you say
I don't care you calling my name
Don't know what did you say
Already gone now
Don't know what did you say
I don't care you calling my name
Don't know what did you say
Already gone now
Oh now, oh now
Go go go again
Oh now, oh now
Go go go again
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3. |
Million Bikes
03:23
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Lyrics
Water over the land
It's cold outside tonight
Watercolour eyes
That I never thought I'd find
A place with no walls
My time is in your hands
When you use jumble words
You don't even understand
So I like the way you try to look so bright
And I know you're not that much but you're my kind
So I'm trying to find the way to speak my mind
Take my bike and ride some more
You got my keys and I got yours
Pedal faster, never stop
Together we can crown the world
So I like the way you try to look so bright
And I know you're not that much but you're my kind
So I'm trying to find the way to speak my mind
Take my bike and ride some more
You got my keys and I got yours
Pedal faster, never stop
Together we can crown the world
Take my bike and ride some more
You got my keys and I got yours
Pedal faster, never stop
Together we can crown the world
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4. |
White Room
04:35
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Lyrics
What a contradiction face to the engine
Did my dreams just cross the line?
I can feel my life is changing
Have I already asked you what's the time?
My imagination needs to breathe
Automatic behaviour on a French street
Life goes slow and life goes fast
Look at me I'm right behind
Take the tram at 7.30
Hundred looks stuck in my back
There's a dove that doesn't let me
See the man in the bowler hat
Stepped a puddle, thought of crime
Is that blood? Is it red wine?
Will I stay in the white room?
All I see is hanging shoes and broom
With my hands over my eyes
But you tell me it's alright
And I know there ain't no clouds
But it's raining in my mind
Everyone around is trynna chase me
But I keep an upper hand
Know I've quite outside lately
You wouldn't like to be inside
Saw the Battle of the Argonne
Weightlessness, world of stone
Now I finally see the man
Now I start to understand
I am already on the ground
But my mind is up and I'm still spinning around
I think it's enough of that merry-go.round
And I want to get out, get out, get out
In my mind
In my mind
In my mind
In my mind
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Flames
04:52
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Lyrics
Welcome to the mad town
That we live in now
Somebody to ask me for a fag
Grab my wallet, okay fine
But it's alright, I like
Walking at night
Hope that you enjoy my transport card
Apart from that there's not too much
Didn't want to soil my shoes
But then a girl's shout broke the silence
Of the night, I ran fast like a lightning
He said "tie my laces bitch", I said
"You better have my footprint"
I take you by the hand
We'll wait for the sun to rise
But you know it's not right
The city keeps quiet as though nothing had happened
Same traces on the ground
Every window shut up, shut down
The fire in your eyes comes out
'Cause it's not the first time
You talk to me with sanity
I feel like Montag looking at Clarisse
Your eyes have seen the top of a mountain
You never attempted to reach
Today's the day, you say
They're not gonna get away,
No, you're not afraid
Because salamanders don't burn in the flames (no)
I take you by the hand
We'll wait for the sun to rise
But you know it's not right
The city keeps quiet as though nothing had happened
Same traces on the ground
Every window shut up, shut down
The fire in your eyes comes out
'Cause it's not the first time
I take you by the hand
We'll wait for the sun to rise
But you know it's not right
The city keeps quiet as though nothing had happened
Same traces on the ground
But now there's thousands of eyes in town
The fire in your eyes lights out
'Cause this is the last time
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Manual Mode Madrid, Spain
Manual Mode is an indie rock band from Madrid, Spain. Formed in 2015 by Juan Cascón (guitar and lead vocals), Alex Castroverde (lead guitar), Pablo García-Faure (drums) and Alex Pérez (bass and backing vocals), these young band has already found their place in the local scene. With their new EP Odd Angles, produced by Dan Saló, (Mahalo), they stand out for the energy of their live shows. ... more
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