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There Was A Time
02:43
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There was a time
When I thought that birds were the only ones to fly
Denial is a prison
There was a time
When you and I were just the perfect rhyme
But denial is a comfort
And I can't wait to fly
There was a time
When I thought a word was enough to cure a doubt
Let them go or leave them shout
I cannot wait to run
Through the streets of madness
Is it a crime that I'm happy without illness
And I won't ever grow tired
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Little Red Hiding Head
03:02
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Out of woods she came
Like a child left to be untamed
Sweet madness to be obtained
Here is ancient game
Waking
Out of the lines she'd walked
And ambiguous paths were taken
Though words are the ones of luck
Once again are the feelings
Waking
Little Red Hiding Head
Kept along with the nonsense
Finding pride in the name of Love
And so the tale goes on
Out of the shame she came
With the old hearts of those she'd taken
They had torn the cards of blame
And new instincts were now
Awaken
Little Red Hiding Head
Kept along with the nonsense
Finding pride in the name of Love
And so the tale goes on
Into the woods again
Like a wild child to be restrained
Sweet blindness to be obtained
Here is the ancient game
Waking
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3. |
Behind The Horizon
03:00
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She taught herself to miss the ones she loved
Before they were gone
Discovered ways to grow through skies
That lived with no sun
Off the ground
Out of mind
Gone to places which cannot be found
Off the ground
Out of mind
Gone to islands where no soul could stand
She’ll be waiting for a fall
Or for a call from foreign countries
She’ll be running off with creatures
That live only through fantasy
Follow the beast
That can’t be named in such a city
Until she’s
Fallen behind the horizon
He gave himself the word to endure
Whatever the illness
And found a way to ease his head
Once hers was at rest
Far gone over
From her father
To temples where he could not preach
Far gone over
From her father
To islands that he could not reach
She’ll be waiting for a fall
Or for a call from foreign countries
She’ll be running off with creatures
That live only through fantasy
Follow the beast
That can’t be named in such a city
Until she’s
Fallen behind the horizon
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Layers
03:14
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Off today you go
To another place you know
The hours fly and give birth to
Old shadows
The city starts to glow
Not enough to show
You have no where to go when you're
Already home
How many layers down
Will you hide your scars
How many layers down
Have you buried yourself
You will be running away from what you can
'til it rushes back to your mind and starts going
Round and round
Back to mind
Coming back for more
Your past is getting bored
You hope to hush it down until
Tomorrow
Tomorrow comes once more
Along with hopes of war
And so you make yourself be
Forgetful
How many layers down
Will you hide your scars
How many layers down
Have you buried yourself
You will be running away from what you can
'til it rushes back to your mind and starts going
Round and round
Back to mind
Round and round
Back to mind
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TINY MESS Paris, France
Trained as a classical musician, I am now exploring different genres, going from songwriting to instrumental composing, with influences coming from jazz, neo-soul, classical, folk and many more... welcome to my tiny mess !
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