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Cosmonaut
04:49
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COSMONAUT
Put me down
Let me go
Until I find myself alone
I'll never be undone
There you are
Like a ghost
In the back of my mind I still think twice
Before moving on
This may sound strange
It feels like I am cursed but can't complain
So come on, let's go
I know I've been around so much
Before I (knew) I had a chance
So come on, come on, come on
Promise me
(You'll) set me free
Maybe these chords
Can take me far from here
Believe me when I say
I'll live another day
Take my word
I'll walk the walk, my dear
I'm leaving your dear New York City tonight
Inertia almost turned me into stone
Fleeing from the glare
Of this ghost that just won't fade
I know we haunt each other's lives
But now I can escape
So come on, come on, come on
Swear to me
You'll set me free
So set me free
I proved myself that I can stand
Not only that, I'll fly away
With everything I got, and everything I am
Come on, let me go
Tonight I'll blast off from the ground
I know that mama would be proud
With everything I got, and everything I am
Come on, let me go
...so anything I can do I will, so come on!
Huh!
Set me free
Come on, come on, come on
(c) 2019 Bad Canadians
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2. |
Don't Lose the Race
02:26
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DON'T LOSE THE RACE
I can look up
But never see the sun
I can run
Yet always stay behind
What if I scream at the top of my lungs?
Will you finally listen then?
What if I stay on this side of the road
And If I try just a bit harder?
I bet somebody will listen to me
I know someone will hear my stories
Will give me reason to be
And never be alone
'Cause I'm coming home
So if I stay on this side of the road
And if I try just a bit harder
And if I stay on this side of the road
Try just a little bit harder
Stay on this side of the road
Scream at the top of my lungs
(c) 2019 Bad Canadians
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KARMA'S GOT NO FINE PRINT
Give me a piece of time
A simple notion of life
Forget what waits ahead
Or lies beneath our endless skies
Hard times in coal mines, a poor excuse for a life
This is clearly not the place for me
But what do I know,
I'm just a pawn, not the king
You sure about that, Jack?
So load up the guns
(I'm going) straight for the sun
(Imma) shoot that fucker down
Ransack the moon
and be back real soon
Just in time to get my crown
(Since) karma's got no fine print
Heaven, don't slow me down
So stand your ground
Set sail to whatever floats your boat
So stand your ground
Everytime you do, something gets out of your way
So make damn sure
To look back, smile and wave
(c) 2019 Bad Canadians
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Bad Canadians São Paulo, Brazil
Bad Canadians are Eddie Fontenele (v/gt), Paulo Alves (gt/vx), Roberto Salgado (dr/vx), Guga Kerr (bz). None of them are Canadian. Est. 2017.
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