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Like broken wings that will never fly
My throat yearns shouting one more time
My hands are eager to strum any chord
I feel the burden of a dying soul
Like a crippled boy that wants to run
My legs are longing to kick the drums
My fingers are itching to play along
The forbidden beat that we all love
One more time / I wanna feel alive
One more time / Déjame volar
Let me go / I just wanna dance
Let me go/ I must free my soul
"And the day will come when we’ll sing along to all the songs that we grew to love and this old sound will make us dance like the good old days when we use to laugh"
One more time / I wanna feel alive
One more time / Déjame volar
Let me go / I just wanna dance
Let me go/ I must free my soul
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Driving thru Ives Dairy Road
The sun is burning my thoughts
The music blasting, I feel fantastic
But they keep rushing like rebel without a cause
And I don’t give a fuck
There’s no respect
No self-control
Florida Man isn’t just a joke
There’s no respect
No self-control
Florida man is unleashed and ready to go
Bottled up in Palmetto
The rain is blurring the road
The cars are crashing it's terrifying
But they keep rushing like Jerry did from Tom
They just don’t give a fuck
There’s no respect
No self-control
Florida Man isn’t just a joke
There’s no respect
No self-control
Florida man is unleashed and out of control
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Summer of 98’
Nine years old and such a mess
So angry and pissed
Music was her only place so
Nanananana
She always daydreamed
Avoiding reality
Such a lonesome girl
She just wants to go home
And play with her friends
Be free and safe
Go to the beach
And swim all day
The girl grew old
Bitter, resent
Consumed by hate
Violent outrages
But truth hits hard
To everyone
No turning back
Your future awaits
One day he realized
He was such a lucky boy
Being raised that way
His anger just went away
And he gets to play
Music with friends
Happy and fulfilled
He is free and safe
Yeah!
The boy grew old
In peace with himself
Surrounded by love
No violent outrages
So, truth hits hard
To everyone
No turning back
Your future awaits
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Get the hell outta here and play with yourself
Get your things and don’t come back
I don’t want you around
Fuck yourself
Y tus amigos que te encubrieron
Fuck yourself
Y todos quienes no me creyeron
Get yourself beat to death
Grab your car, die in a crash
Why don’t you just drop dead?
Worthless piece of shit
Fuck yourself
Y tus amigos que te encubrieron
Fuck yourself
Y todos quienes no me creyeron
I still remember your manipulations and abuse (blood and bruise!)
I still remember I hate myself because of you
You won’t hurt me, hurt me again
You won’t hurt me, hurt me again
You won’t hurt me, hurt me again
You won’t hurt me, I will prevail
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You think I’m a failure
I can’t stand your ugly face
You think I’m a liar
I can’t stand your twisted words
You think I’m coward
I can’t stand your cold heart hate
This world is changing
We’re breaking your clichés
This place is burning
From your ashes we’ll flourish
I
Have no time
To waste
Hearing your moral dilemmas
Heeeey
I Don’t know what to say
Maybe this time you go away
Open all the cages
We have to released the birds
Our hearts are pumping
I can feel the air of change
Cause I
Have no time
To waste
Hearing your malditos problemas
Hey!
I Don’t know what to say
Maybe this time you go away
Hey!
Ya no se que decir, tal vez esta vez te debas ir
Go away
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I’m leaving the city, my heart is torn up
Heading West, I’m ready to go
I’m done with this place I used to call home
Heading West our I will explode
So I’ll hit the road
And like Jack
I’ll come back no more
If we meet
At the crossroad
I’ll be taking back my soul
Too many years of this ache
Too many years wasting myself
Too many years on the ledge
I’m done losing my head
The time has come to be true to myself
Heading West, no time to waste
I’m done with excuses, fooling myself
Heading West and out of this hell
Too many years of this ache
Too many years wasting myself
Too many years on the ledge
I’m done losing myself
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The Last Ride
01:22
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"Once again, I face myself to the deep night, with the moon as my guide and my guts as my compass. I hear the coyotes howl and the rattlesnakes ready to attack. The freezing cold sneaks on my back while I’m chasing ghosts for the millionth time, while I’m chasing ghosts, for the last time, my last ride."
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The Revoors
The Revoors are:
Sativa Weston
Sander Höek
Karl Boom
Mr. Mutaito
Piro Scafetta
Low-Cost Punk
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