1. |
Sugar
03:00
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Do you like sugar?
I like sugar
Do you wanna have some Coke?
Stuck rolling in the sand
Just like we roll on grass
Brown river running down the bluff
Ooo ooo oo x2
Do you like sugar?
I like sugar
Do you wanna have some Coke?
Stuck rolling in the sand
Just like we roll on grass
Brown river running down the bluff
Ooo ooo oo x2
You've got to think about yourself
And not accept it just like that
I can see it in your eyes, girl
But I can't see the reason why
(Sugar)
You can cut it freely
(Sugar)
You can share it with your friends
(Sugar)
Like poison in a wrap
(Sugar)
You can taste it all you want
(Sugar)
Why you being so silly
(Sugar)
Put some sugar in your mouth
(Sugar)
Sugar in your eyes
(Sugar)
Sugar in YOU!
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2. |
Motion
02:41
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(One, two, three, four!)
I'm awake in my sleep
And I breathe
The hazy eye follows me
In my dreams
A lot of dust filling my lungs
Tomorrow's looking bad for us
Aaaah x2
The hat is clogging you up
Take it off
Keep it moving up
Till it's off
My lungs are filling up with dust
Tomorrow's looking bad for us
Aaaah x2
Keep it moving 'till it's off
That hat is stopping all good thought
Keep it keep it moving 'till it's off, noo
That hat is stopping all good thought, ye
Motion
Keep it in motion
Motion
Keep it in motion
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3. |
Banana Girl
03:31
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I'm not too sure
As real as truth
I see you yellow
And I wish I knew
Oh won't you
Peel it off
Oh won't you
Show it all
(x2)
I don't wanna see the sun
I just wanna take your hand
I don't wanna hear the sounds
All I want's to feel your mouth
I'm not too sure
As real as truth
I see you yellow
And I wish I knew
Oh won't you
Peel it off
Oh won't you
Show it all
(x2)
I don't wanna see the sun
I just wanna take your hand
I don't wanna hear the sounds
All I want's to feel your mouth
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4. |
Glass
03:00
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You don't look scared
Oh no you don't
You don't look scared
Oh but you should
You look at me
My eyes are red
You don't look scared
Oh no, oh no! x2
You don't look scared
Oh no you don't
You don't look scared
Oh but you should
You look at me
My eyes are red
You don't look scared
Oh no, oh no! x2
See! Better!
See! Better!
See! Better!
See!
Better now
Better now
Better!
See! Better!
See! Better!
See! Better!
See!
Better now
Better now
Better now
Better now
Better now
Better!
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5. |
Drunkenstein
01:24
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I don't know
Why you go home
(You!) You don't miss
All the days we've seen
Where will we go
Where will we go
You only ever think
You need another drink
Where will you go
Where will you go
I don't know
Why you go home
Oh!
Oooooo x4
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6. |
Microphobe
02:22
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Civilisations of bugs
And even smaller than that
That was too much Addrerall
Now I'm afraid of the small
Aa Aaa Aaa Aaa Aaaa x3
I don't feel quite sure
I'm a microphobe
Aa Aaa Aaa Aaa Aaaa x4
I don't feel quite sure
I'm a microphobe
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7. |
Day to Waste
02:54
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What’s this feeling today
I've got so much to do, learn and say
Something is in my way
My eyes won’t open, this day is going to waste
I’m still dreaming away
My bed won’t let go, it wants me to stay
Time is winning the race
It’s way ahead, this day is going to waste
Am I not, trying hard enough?
My will is gone where to I don’t know,
But today’s going to waste for sure
When I’m finally up
I’m hungry and there’s some TV to watch
Now it’s too late to start
The day’s gone to waste already, I wish I could go back
What’s this feeling today
I had so much to do, learn and say
Something was in my way
It made me feel so useless, what a waste of day
Was I not, trying hard enough?
My will is gone and where to I don’t know,
But today was a waste for sure
What a waste of day
What a waste of a day
What a waste of a day
What a waste of a day
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8. |
Jimmy
03:37
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Go Jimmy go
Get out
Get out through the door
Do you wanna go?
You gotta leave
You gotta leave through the door
Go Jimmy go
The window
The window's a rough fall
Go Jimmy go now
Get out
Get out through the door
Go Jimmy, go!
Get out
Get out through the door
The window
The window's a rough fall
Go Jimmy, go!
You gotta leave
You gotta leave through the door
Leave it all behind
The look inside their eyes
Everyone should know
Told them all before
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9. |
Low Bot Roy
03:50
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When my battery's low
And I can't see my stove
I can't process my thoughts
All I feel is remorse
Where the fuck is my dog (x3)
He could help but the don't
Where the fuck is my dog (x3)
He could help but the don't
When I can't see my stove
'Cause my battery's low
I can't process my thoughts
Not even feel remorse
Where the fuck is my dog (x3)
He could help but the don't
Where the fuck is my dog (x3)
He could help but the don't
Procrastination is my favourite game
If you let me go we're not able to play
I'll throw a stick, you fetch it back to me
Don't grow a brain and put me in the bin
'Cause I'm a
Low bot Roy
(Low bot Roy)
(x8)
Low bot Roy
(Low bot Roy)
(x8)
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Primo Bake Athens, Greece
We begin by tipping our buttery guitars into a bowl and break up our 99% dark chocolate sticks into small pieces. Next, we add some tangy orange harmonies and soft creamy melodies. Finally, we put our mix into the electric mixer and set it to “Max Speed” or over. The resulting batter is to be baked at exactly 420°C for about 25 minutes. And there you have it... a delicious Primo Bake. ... more
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