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Home
02:18
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I want a house to live with you
I want a house to live with you,
a place to call our home.
I want a bed to lay with you
I want to share and spend my time,
just wanna stay there with you.
A place to return from our troubles
remember at last
what it means to belong to somewhere.
I want a place to live with you,
a home
I want to live I wanna love.
And let someones in,
throw others out
making together the rules
and staying up late every night.
A place to return from our travels,
remember at last
what it means to belong to somewhere.
You’ll sing in the bath
I’ll cook without clothes
Smoking on the roof
Making love on the floor
I want a house to live with you (x2)
A place to call our HOME.
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I'm Back
03:29
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I am back I wasn’t high I just wasn’t there.
Wake up sun, wake up my friend, wake up superman.
You were there all the time staring at my moves.
You never told me to come back,
that is why I’m so glad to be here
with you.
Some decisions drive us away,
but I’m back (x2)
It’s sometimes you, most times me
people come and go.
It doesn’t matter ´cause I know
I’ll never be alone.
Never wanted things to be different.
I am proud of what I've got.
Wherever we go we got the chance,
we got the chance of going back.
Some decisions drive us away
but I’m back (x2)
I am back, We are back.
Some decisions drive us away,
but I’m back (x2)
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Eternity
03:03
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Uuuuhhhh (x2)
Thousand of the youngest laughs
used to sound with The Strokes in your car.
Lots of friends and girls and nuts
and you and I going from one to the next one…
You don’t know when
and you won’t let me know but for sure
you are leaving
I know that we have the eternity,
but a year is a long time without you,
long time without you, my friend.
Uuuuhhhh
Meet me at night in Amsterdam
over the bridge silently smoking
I remember that.
You don’t know when
and you probably won’t
but for sure, you are leaving
and I’m not.
I don’t know where I’ll be
when you come back
but a year is too long
Yes, we have the eternity
but I swear I’ll go
where you need me, my friend
wherever you need me my friend.
Uuuuhhhh
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Drifter
03:26
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Here’s the story of a drifter,
a man without a home.
The story of a body searching for a soul
(searching for a soul).
He filled his mind with lyrics and …
music filled his voice.
So he couldn’t build a house instead
he wrote a song
(instead he wrote a song).
The things we all should know
and we won’t figure out.
He walked, he run,
climbed and crawled,
he stopped to watch the dawn.
He began to sing his song
waiting for the storm
(waiting for the storm).
It was not about disaster
It was not ‘bout love
Was about mystery
and secrets of being born…
The things we all should know
and we won’t figure out.
We won’t be right or wrong
We´ll only feel small
People cry and I die.
What´s the point of been alive
The things we all should know
and we won´t figure out.
We won´t be right or wrong,
we will feel small.
The things we all should know
The things we all should know
The things we all should know
and we won´t figure out
Waiting for the storm.
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Swimsuit
02:36
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Sharing dreams with her swimsuit (her swimsuit)
imagine a house on the beach.
She pretends to be an eastern girl
but she is a nordic angel.
Let the sea curl your hair
let the ocean clean your glance.
Dark skin, Spanish sand, shining in the sand.
You and your swimsuit shining more than that (x2)
Sharing dreams with her swimsuit (her swimsuit)
over the shade of a palm tree.
She pretends to be an eastern girl
but her eyes reveal the wildness.
Let the sea curl your hair
let the ocean clean your glance.
Pretty coast, Spanish guys,
staring at the sky when sunset comes,
the waves and the lights…
Feel your swimsuit shining even more than that
You and your swimsuit shining more than that (x6)
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6. |
Would You
03:53
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Would you hold my hand
now you know I’m not that man
that used to say the truth…
Would it be the same,
now you know that I can fail?
What would you think
about how I felt yesterday?
Would it be the same?
Would you trust in me again?
Would you hold my hand
or will I spend my life missing you ohhh
Y ahí estaba el gran Guilem,
sentado al lado de Miguel,
fumandose un “cigarette” fetén.
Y ahí estaba el gran Guilem,
el pobre estaba de amarel,
menos mal que estaba Miguel con él. (x2)
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