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Clockwork
02:20
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I'm Walking
03:51
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I’m walking, I’m walking
I’m thinking about nothing
I hear some little sounds
Coming up from underground
Then Suddenly I smile
Happy not to know why
I look up to the stars
Watch the strings of my guitar
I am walking now (I’m walking now)
And my eyes reflect my heart
I am realizing (I am realizing)
That I took the smallest part
And I’m proud of myself (I’m proud of myself)
Let them fight while I get out of here
When I’m watching TV
I feel that I’m not me
And yes I should have known
It’s better through the window
I am walking now (I’m walking now)
And my eyes reflect my heart
I am realizing (I am realizing)
That I took the smallest part
And I’m proud of myself (I’m proud of myself)
Let them fight while I get out of here
I’ll be waiting for something old
While others look for something new, always new
I am walking now (I’m walking now)
And my eyes reflect my heart
I am realizing (I am realizing)
That I took the smallest part
And I’m proud of myself (I’m proud of myself)
Let them fight while I get out of here
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3. |
Between Cities and Trees
03:34
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Do we need more than this to feel good in our place
When I’m cold, when the snow is falling on my face
I think that I am old, the ice is still melting
And spring comes back again to tell us we’re living
Even if everyone has to carry his cross
Even if everyone cannot agree with boss
This world is not only something made of money
We‘ve got to carry on to care of what we see
Kick and knock on your skull, tick and tock in your clock
Kick and knock on your clock, tick and tock in your skull
All we need is a peaceful place
Forget the things that we’ve lost in space
Come with us we’re out there between cities and trees
Think it’s fine if somewhere you could open your ears
Fill your mind with something that you can understand
Now and then it’s not bad to imagine a land
Kick and knock on your skull, tick and tock in your clock
Kick and knock on your clock, tick and tock in your skull
All we need is a peaceful place
Forget the things that we’ve lost in space
Kick and knock on your skull, tick and tock in your clock
Kick and knock on your clock, tick and tock in your skull
All we need is a peaceful place
Forget the things that we’ve lost in space
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4. |
Sorry About Football
02:26
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Angry coaches
Angry fans
Stupid people
Stupid game
Football, Football
Famous head-butt
Famous kick
Broken ankle
Broken nose
Football, Football
Endless matches
Endless frays
Dirty money
Dirty shoes
Football, Football, Football
Football, Football, Football
Expensive jerseys
Expensive seats
Total business
Total mess
Football, Football, Football
Football, Football, Football
Foolish insult
Foolish songs
Ugly haircut
Ugly cheat
Football, Football, Football
Football, Football, Football
Always playing
Always fun
Always Playing
Always Fun
Always playing
Always fun
Always Playing
Always Fun
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Joke
03:43
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My life is just a joke
My life is just a joke
It shouldn’t be serious
It shouldn’t be serious
But it is a sad joke
I took it too seriously
I took it too seriously
It’s only one more life
It’s only one more life
Another game to play
Telling jokes
Telling jokes
Not so sad
Not so bad
Pretend to rock
Pretend to roll
I’m always looking back
I’m always looking back
They say “look in front of you”
They say “look in front of you”
So I just close my eyes
Telling jokes
Telling jokes
Not so sad
Not so bad
Pretend to rock
Pretend to roll
Waiting on the couch
Waiting on the couch
When I try to sleep
When I try to write
With a permanent doubt
Telling jokes
Telling jokes
Not so sad
Not so bad
Pretend to rock
Pretend to roll
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6. |
Let the Children Play
03:42
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Let the children play
Even in the dark
Even in the clay
Even with a shark
When some people say
Don’t be late tonight
Don’t be here to stay
Don’t choose wrong or right
Make your own time
Make your own time
Tear up the hours
There’s no bell tower
And let the children play
You know how I pray
Looking at the moon
Looking how they bled
Look into my spoon
Make your own time
Make your own time
Tear up the hours
There’s no bell tower
And let the children play
Why d’you think I stray
My head’s in the clouds
My foot’s in the grave
My coach puts me out
Make your own time
Make your own time
Tear up the hours
There’s no bell tower
And let the children play
Kick the ball and hit the drums
And pick a card and pull the strings
And roll the dice and press the keys
We just wanna play
We just wanna play
We just wanna play
We just wanna play
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7. |
Les P'tits Pères
03:16
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Les p’tits pères, comme nous appelait tonton
En transporter, chargé de foin à fond
Dans les chemins, comme dans tous les champs
Tous les matins, et tous les jours contents
Ah lalalalalalalalalalalalala (bis)
Ah qu’est-ce qu’on était bien quand d’autres mômes ne faisaient rien
On créait de nos mains de faux royaumes en pomme de pin
Avec trois bouts de bois, un de tissu on était rois
Et du bout de nos doigts on découvrait notre vraie voie
Les p’tits frères, dans l’été des enfants
Assis par terre, peu importe le temps
On était bien, sans passé ni futur
Ni même fin, inconscient de l’allure
Où va le train, sur des rails enneigés
Qui tente en vain, de se faire plus léger
Ah lalalalalalalalalalalalala (bis)
Ah qu’est-ce qu’on était bien quand d’autres mômes ne faisaient rien
On créait de nos mains de faux royaumes en pomme de pin
Avec trois bouts de bois, un de tissu on était rois
Et du bout de nos doigts on découvrait notre vraie voie
Ce p’tit air, on le chantera pour toi
Dans les concerts, on lèvera la voix
Tu entendras, malgré le bruit de l’air
Rien que pour toi, la chanson des p’tits pères
Ah lalalalalalalalalalalalala (bis)
Ah qu’est-ce qu’on était bien quand d’autres mômes ne faisaient rien
On créait de nos mains de faux royaumes en pomme de pin
Avec trois bouts de bois, un de tissu on était rois
Et du bout de nos doigts on découvrait notre vraie voie
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