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Cleaner Slates
03:16
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These are the times, when hearts are tested and bound to break
burdening myself with hopes for all
What wealth can I gain here? Fingers ache, pain in my head
First steps across the border, I guess a dare is in order
Let there be mutiny, the crow's nest is manned
Fuck reasons of goodwill, carry out the backup plan
A new chance for cleaner slates
Disregard the fact you won't be known, turn the page
This new chance for cleaner slates
Don't give a fuck if you will be known
This is the sound of leaving home
I bared my teeth, struggle was no friend but I will learn
To enroll for armies I'd despise
Ripped apart, the bonds seem broken, this bliss I'll overcome
But still I remember where I come from
Let there be mutiny, the crow's nest is manned
These reasons of goodwill, carry out the backup plan
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Tonight this place is ours, leave your mothers at the door
Welcome all dogs and bastards, no matter where you're from
Who you are, how you dress, we couldn't care less
Bring your friends along
We couldn't care less - bring your friends!
We'll burn these fucking fences, under these lights we're all the same
forget the consequences, tonight no one stands alone
No one stands alone
Tonight we cross the line, fuck politics that segregate
We're here to have a good time
Tonight we cross the line, fuck politics that segregate
Scream out against what we hate
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Break The Boundaries
01:05
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These eyes of mine open up day after day
Tip-toe the common lines When we could find a new way
Get with it or get out, that's what I've been told
This is how the story goes
But we got the aces, so we'll never fold
overcome the rules of old, break through the boundaries and go
These sights I see are burned into my memory
We're bound, not broken, as long as we still believe
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Mathilda
01:57
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This searing pain shoots through my head
This morning I wish that I was dead
To welcome the sun seems so out of place
Because
My head is pounding from descending into
These bottles bottomed, blurring my vision again
Even though I'm blinded by brown lenses
And still not governing my own senses
I embrace the pain because it hurts so well
At least I'll have
Some stories to tell
These shots and pints may drag me to hell
But I'll go down with my friends
I'll go down with my firends
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We Live, We Breathe
03:22
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These crashing waves of false pretense
If ebb or flood, it makes no fucking sense
Searching for gold in a sea of blends
The search goes on, it never fucking ends
You say this is dead and buried
That the greener grass has withered
What gives you the right to decide
If this well has run dry?
So we won't take it, oh no, we don't care what you think
This is what we love and we scream in its defense
Fists up! This here's not fucking dead
Raise your fists up!
Why do we follow false prescriptions
When there is nothing that needs fixing?
You say this needs resuscitation
Fuck you, because we're alive and breathing
So we won't take it, hell no, we don't care what you say
This is what we love and we scream in its defense
Fists up! This here's not fucking dead
Raise your fists up!
This makes me feel complete
This here makes me feel home
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PhDecontrol Münster, Germany
PhDecontrol got nothing to prove. Using the tools of the melodic hardcore-trade they work hard on fusing the anthemic sound of Hot Water Music or None More Black with the hard-hitting yet melodic one-two punch of hardcore / punk stalwarts Kid Dynamite or Shook Ones. Since their inception in 2009 they’ve written songs, toured and sang their hearts out, doing what they like and liking what they do. ... more
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Sweet sweet melodies mixed with hardcore / punk attitude and lyrics. Gotta love those dudes!
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ich hasse die welt und ich sag dir nicht warum ep
by alles wegen lilly
Die letzten Passagiere der gesunkenen MS Muff Potter, die eifrig die Emopunk-Fahne schwenken und zudem noch die tightesten Typen ever!
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