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Dormir
02:46
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Voy a morir en mi casa
Voy a salir descalza
Voy a morir en mi casa
Voy a salir descalza
Oh, oh, oh, oh (x2)
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I'm Stupid
01:18
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I’m stupid but you know that
I want to run away
Would you hold me if I walked by
Will you tell me to stay
I’m stupid but you know that
I’m clumsy as fuck
I’m stupid but you know that
What the hell are we going to talk about?
Tonight (x8)
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3. |
Carroll St.
02:06
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Standing in the streets
Taking pictures like it’s ok
Middle of the road
Half way
Dancing with foreign
Voices in my head
I’m fine.
I swear I’m fucking swell
Stay a little more
It’s fine we’ll sleep while
We’re in hell
I took the wrong train
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4. |
Excuses
02:41
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Water so pure
And my body so damaged
Hiding all clues
Tastes sour like garbage
Minutes ahead of the wall clock
We never bought
I think today I’d rather stay
I think that inside there is a surprise
Water so pure
And my soul so ripe
Tastes sour like rats
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5. |
Doomed
04:12
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Dreaming of the day that I hold
Nothing but your mighty sword
Dreaming of the day that in bed
It’s the only place that I’ll stay
I am a dreamer
I am a leader
Sinking teeth to fabric and skin
Failing with no time to retreat
Hoping that one day I can say
That’s there’s nothing wrong
With my head
I am a dreamer
I am a leader
Don’t call me lazy (x8)
Don’t call me crazy
Don’t call me lazy
Don’t call me baby
Sinking tongue
To water and sand
Failing to properly stand
Crowds are holding all at once
Memories and weirdly
Sharp knives
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6. |
New Day
01:25
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Baby I broke the strings to my heart
Laugh tonight
Bleed all right
Take the path
To morning lights
Baby I spoke to the damaged outside
Smile polite
Dream all right
Blink too fast
Lie all night
Baby I took the last of the keys
I don’t know where I’ll be
I’ll know when I feel
Drink to fight
Sleep with lies
Die to hard
Then to morning lights
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7. |
Life Is A Measure Of
03:08
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I looked for you but
I couldn’t find you
I talked it through
But I wasn’t standing
I wanted to invite you
For breakfast
But you couldn’t prove
That life is a measure of
That life is a matter of
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8. |
Friday Night
02:16
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I can’t stand it
When you’re dying
And my legs are still apart
I’m losing track, losing my mind
Who really wants to try
All the strangers
Wasting pavement
Trying to not fall
Reach for water
Late at night
When you’re longing for a sign
Dancing naked
Turning faces
Into more than just fake smiles
I’m losing track
Losing my mind
Who really wants to try
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9. |
Wild, Rich and Loose
03:17
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Who’s there to try
Who wants to fall and push
We’re here tonight
A rose finally bloomed
Take all you want
I’m wild, rich and loose
Take all my lies
Don’t witness the proof
Who’s here to cry
Who really needs the truth
We’ve come tonight
To feed from open wounds
Take all you want
I’m wild, rich and loose
Eat all my lies
Come witness the youth
I’m loosing high
We won’t sleep tonight
Let us dry
With the moon behind
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10. |
Abort
02:13
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Longing for a cure
Trying to be good
Mirrors set aside
Profiles left and right
Tired of the food
Lurking, lurking, lure
Killers in broadlight
Let’s go for a ride!
To be our wildest dreams
Let the children speak
Abort
Abort
Abort
A bored life!
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Lola Pistola Brooklyn, New York
Brooklyn-based Boricua Lola Pistola sounds is gritty and “falls somewhere between alt-grunge and noise pop.” Her music is introspective, contemplative, and “with white-knuckle bursts contrasted by stretches of soft, serene vocals.” Accompanied by Pink Mexico’s front-man Robert Preston on drums, Lola’s thrilling set is as intimate as it a thunderous burst of adrenalized, unbridled energy. ... more
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