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== Tekst ==
 
== Tekst ==
  
 
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Lit your cigarette<br>
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Under the bright lights<br>
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Stare at silhuettes<br>
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In the dead of midnight<br>
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<br>
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Hello hello<br>
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Hello hello<br>
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You know<br>
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How to let go<br>
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<br>
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Let your cigarette burn down to the filter<br>
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Inhaling your regrets<br>
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Tastes like winter<br>
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<br>
 +
Hello hello<br>
 +
Hello hello<br>
 +
You know<br>
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Fuck it let`s go<br>
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<br>
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Damned le monde<br>
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You can`t run<br>
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Satellites trace everything you`ve done<br>
 +
From day one<br>
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Below this sun<br>
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Our televisions are never wrong<br>
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<br>
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Crush your cigarette<br>
 +
With the fire inside you<br>
 +
Tap your ashes to the ground<br>
 +
In a shade of dirt blue<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Damned le monde<br>
 +
You can`t run<br>
 +
Satellites trace everything you`ve done<br>
 +
From day one<br>
 +
Below this sun<br>
 +
Our televisions are never wrong<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Damned le monde<br>
 +
Where do you run<br>
 +
When monitors track everywhere you`ve gone<br>
 +
For so long<br>
 +
Under the gun<br>
 +
Our televisions are never wrong<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Suddenly you`re immune<br>
 +
To the world of haters<br>
 +
Their lies<br>
 +
Their lies<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Suddenly you`re immune<br>
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To the world of fakers<br>
 +
Their lies<br>
 +
Their lies<br>
 
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[[Kategori:Låter (Zeromancer)]]
 
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Nåværende revisjon fra 26. sep. 2021 kl. 19:30

Fra Zeromancer sitt syvende album Orchestra of Knives

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Tekst

Lit your cigarette
Under the bright lights
Stare at silhuettes
In the dead of midnight

Hello hello
Hello hello
You know
How to let go

Let your cigarette burn down to the filter
Inhaling your regrets
Tastes like winter

Hello hello
Hello hello
You know
Fuck it let`s go

Damned le monde
You can`t run
Satellites trace everything you`ve done
From day one
Below this sun
Our televisions are never wrong

Crush your cigarette
With the fire inside you
Tap your ashes to the ground
In a shade of dirt blue

Damned le monde
You can`t run
Satellites trace everything you`ve done
From day one
Below this sun
Our televisions are never wrong

Damned le monde
Where do you run
When monitors track everywhere you`ve gone
For so long
Under the gun
Our televisions are never wrong

Suddenly you`re immune
To the world of haters
Their lies
Their lies

Suddenly you`re immune
To the world of fakers
Their lies
Their lies