1. |
4:33
03:32
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I don't know what's wrong with my face
I can feel that you're the one for me
I've been dancing with myself
Bring me home, I just can't resist
It's too late for another drink
I might just get some other pills
You think you fit, that's just dream
Getting ready to jump in the ring
Wake me up! At 4:33
Wake me up! Tonight
You've messed around with my self-esteem
Now it's too late , I just can't sleep
In my eyes you like a queen,
Gimme your love, I'm hurt for real
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2. |
Find us
02:05
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You say that you play the game
You say you'll do it again
We know that you can't find us
Too late, you're out for a bust
I know that you're gone for real
I know that you'll never find me
They say that you're out of reach
I think that you're under my wheels
You said that you play the game
You said you'd do it again
We know that you can't find us
Too late, you're out for a bust
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3. |
Décines City
02:59
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Get off my head, get off my head,
Oh Décines City, random city,
Décines City, such a pity
Get off my head, get off my head,
Oh Décines City, random city,
Décines City, such a beauty
And in the rain, you seem so pretty
But in the dark, you sound so lonely
And when I'm there, you make my head spin,
And we go on, and on, and on,
Get off my head, get off my head,
Oh Décines City, random city,
Décines City, such a beauty
Get off my head, get off my head,
Oh Décines City, random city,
Décines City, such a pity
And in the rain, you seem so pretty
But in the dark, you sound so lonely
And when I'm there, you make my head spin,
And we go on, and on, and on,
Get off my head,
Get off my head,
Get off my head,
Get off my head.
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4. |
(Please) Come to Brazil
05:40
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I want to see the sun,
I want to swim in the ocean
Please let me in, and I wonder
If I'll ever come back home again
I feel the beat inside my heart,
Let's tame the beast inside my mind,
I'll meet the Christ on the mountain,
And I'll never be a lame gringo again,
I want to see you,
I want to feel you,
I want to touch you,
Please come to Brazil,
I want to see you,
I want to feel you,
I want to touch you,
Please come to Brazil.
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Bøbine Lyon, France
Early 2016. Four lads wasting their youth in the local nightlife start a garage punk band in Lyon, France: Bøbine, a nasty combination of aggressive guitar riffs and no future attitude. Nothing revolutionary, but enough energy and distortion to make you headbang till'dawn. ... more
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