| TRIPLE C : playlist |
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Step by Step Step by step your fear start growing, step by step, you lose control . . . You try to hide in your wardrobe, try to hide under your bed . . . The Labyrinth I'm cought in a labyrinth of mysterys and illussions, running in circels there is no way out . . . Higher But then I whisper to the clouds, I still wanna go higher . . . Now I'm reaching for the stars, in another galaxy . . . Flying to the moon Tell my children that their father is an astronaut, that hey is flying in his spacechip to the moon . . . Cristal Shoes The hazy red light slumbers and tears the eyes, as she walk to you in cristal shoes, your hungry for a smile . . . The Gun The gun shot is still ringing in my ear . . . Now I start running like hell making shure they could'nt find me and put me in jail . . . The Gallows Now the moment has come, to say my last farewells . . . Hey ! Long time no seen I lost contact with so many friends, I was only busy being myself . . . Little Jimmy And while he's standing on the stagefloor, people went crazy and begged for more . . . Then he takes his guitar, he is the King when he plays the blues . . . When I tell you a joke When I tell you a joke, you face is getting purple . . . Sign I'm turning the pages of my mental diary, I still can remember, the love you gave me once in a while . . . Listen to my song This is your life, this is your fight . . . Remember to sharp your tongue, youth on your side . . . Mr. Politician You're such a big disgrase Mr. politician You're so much to blame Mr. politician Reflections I have to admit, our love wasn't it, the things we did were not to adore . . . The Jester of the King He stands in the mirror, and starts to consider why to put on a foolscap . . . Dancing in moondust Dance little signorita on the sound of space guitars, when your feet tap the flamenco rhythm, moondust swirls around you . . . Madness And when I leave my home at night, they scream from out of the dark " go cut your hair, and find a job ". . . Hodge Podge Instrumental Ugly Faces They are back, they are back again, hanging all around the walls . . . The ugly faces, looking down on us, from their high places . . . Fade away My father used to say " pick up those stones son". . . My mother used to cry " treat him gentle and sweet". . . The flight of Icaros Part 1-The ascension Part 2-The Fall Instrumental
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