[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt]
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[Music: T.E.Tunheim]
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The envious audience is chasing us through the cold slop of reality
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exhibited in the dying drama, our design became their wounds
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we will never follow their sickening script, never pass them but a fake smile
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and every fucking motion is motley, dispelled from morals...
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All the little girls have turned into the women that will suck us off...
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(Comme il faut...)
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Legions of tiara clad virgins are sifting my fairytales,
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morbidly possessing my crayons...and it truly fucking hurts
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All I ever wanted was everything and then some
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all I ever wanted was to love someone
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all I ever wanted was the joy they sell
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all I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell
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Everything I ever wanted was to disappear here
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-all I ever wanted was all they ever wanted...
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everything I ever wanted was an attempt to care
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-all I ever wanted was all they ever wanted...
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Everything I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam
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everything I ever wanted was the paramount dream
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All I ever wanted was everything...and then some...
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All I ever wanted was to love someone...
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...the joy they sell...
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...a heaven in my hell...
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Everything I ever wanted was to disappear...
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Everything I ever wanted was an attempt to care...
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Everything they ever wanted was a taste of my fluency
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everything they ever wanted was a piece of the tragedy
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All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted
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all I ever wanted, all they ever wanted...
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All I ever wanted was everything and then some
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all I ever wanted was to love someone
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all I ever wanted was the joy they sell
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all I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell
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Everything I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam
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everything I ever wanted was the paramount dream
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All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted
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I am the drug they always wanted...
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6. BENIGN BOHEMIAN BRILLIANCE
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[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt]
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[Music: T.E.Tunheim]
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I whirl like wilted petals in blissful reverie affected only by the recession
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your sinful(glittering) eyes, gentle with concern, windburn my (quasi)famous expression
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a thin strip of white appears at the sky and I cherish the soul's retrieval
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'cause even when you tempt my soul it's not enough to make you evil
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Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar
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as if I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay
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So many similarities...
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I bloom like poison, cling to the earth and maintain my imperceptible glare
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sometimes even the devil gets blinded by guilt but I just waive my attempts to care
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voyeuristic and whitehot you stare at the expression on my face
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my fluency becomes you in a vivacious smile of unearthly grace
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Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar
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as if I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay
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So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance
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soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday
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so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze
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so many equal thoughts of glittering cold
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so many patterns black of malicious gold
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We could enter eden with hellfire love...
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Imagesque addiction transformed into the next intervention
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worship the pleasures of celebrity, exit reality and dream with me...
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So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance
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soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday
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so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze
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so many equal thoughts of glittering cold
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so many patterns black of malicious gold
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Comme Il Faut
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Enslavement Of Beauty |