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Dance With Me
04:33
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Come on, baby
we pass the door.
Let's start to dance.
A free drink, baby
if you pay more.
Don't believe the lies.
Drinking, laughing, fucking it all,
the night is going to start.
Music, smoke, cigarettes go off
in your hand.
If you want, baby, you know we both will enjoy.
Dance with me.
If you want, baby, come to the dancefloor and
dance with me.
Take my hand, baby
the light shines on us.
Let's start to dance.
People are looking, baby.
The Rock 'n' roll
gets into our bodies fast.
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Flying Wheels, smoke for me.
You disappear upon hearing the shot.
Nothing is true, nothing is real
And everybody thinks that you've got nothing
They waited until the end but you didn't come
You didn't want money you preferred being alone
And everyone that you love is waiting
They are pending the ranking, remain standing
Collecting your blows while you were still falling down
Digging through your rules while you were still being loud
You lost a race but you won a great satisfaction and
You know you will stop, yes, you will.
Fuzzy Lights impede my way out
but by then you were already far
I reached the end and I heard the crowd shout
you were not there Where was your car?
I picked up all the pieces you were leaving on the run
But I have not known how to fit them until now
And it's fun, yes, it's fun
But nobody knows you rather be alone
You remain standing
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3. |
Misunderstood People
03:52
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You wake up every day to see all that crap passing in front of you as if you were not sitting there
But you're taking any alms and wondering "Oh, why I should get rid of them now?" Cause' their eyes are pointing you before their fingers.
You are dragging a wall trying to throw it away
Starring a role you can not explain. But don't worry pal we are in the same band.
Misunderstood people
You go from street to street and there's nobody here who meet
and anyone who appreciates what you're doing there.
A suitcase full of broken nightmares than those who don't understand us, they look but don't point with their fingers
You are on your stage. Can anybody hear what you play?
Be suppress to a change you can not explain, no
But don't worry pal we are in the same band
Misunderstood people
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4. |
Mr.Jack
03:54
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Let me tell you a story of a man full of glory from the state of Tennessee.
He is old but still strong and helps people who are alone since 1866.
And his name is ...
Mr.Jack, Jack
I'm waiting to see you all the time
Mr.Jack, Jack
I want you
Mr.Jack, Jack
I'm waiting to see you all the time
Mr. Jack, Jack
I want to have you back
He is your friend at all times, day or night and you will enjoy it
Don't you still meet him? He's mate of Rock N' Roll,
especially of Lemmy and the late Jim Morrison.
And his name is ...
Mr.Jack, Jack
I'm waiting to see you all the time
Mr.Jack, Jack
I want you
Mr.Jack, Jack
I'm waiting to see you all the time
Mr. Jack, Jack
I want to have you back
And he will never die.
We will let you but others will come.
And he always burn
these feelings that make us fall
and we never forget him cause' he's Mr. Jack
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5. |
In The Silence
04:24
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Open your arms and make some noise,
sounds bounce off destroyed walls.
The lights are all out
and you can see around
In the silence
In the silence
You are in the silence
Stop the fights, stop the war
Forget the things you hated years ago
The lights are all out
and you can see around
In the silence
In the silence
You are in the silence
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The Jungles Paiporta, Spain
Founded by Adrián Bonilla, No Time For Names is an inspiring musical project undertaken by Adrian himself and his friends
through thick and thin: Alan Cerveró, Alejandro Hernández and Marcos M. Márquez. ////
Fundado por Adrián Bonilla, No Time For Names es un ambicioso proyecto musical emprendido por él mismo y sus compañeros de fatigas: Alán Cerveró, Alejandro Hernández y Marcos M. Márquez
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