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Kreuzberg Casino
04:28
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I’m back to 69/ with my habits
Quit to smoke suicide, suicide gambling
I’ve got no money/ I’ve got no shoes
Runnin barefoot /kotbusser it’s my route
I spend my time /in bet shop
Dreaming Cristiana in his flat
Imaging the 69 in my bed alone, 69 attraction Cristiana F.
Stop stop at 69 kreuzberg casino
I’m alone in strip club
Spending my time in casino
my life is lost, I have no way
maybe it’s the blame but I can’t stop again
Stop stop at 69 … get away
maybe was my mother with her faults
or its internal violence/ yes of course
do you know what I feel and what I want?
dreaming Cristiana /and her corps
Stop stop at 69 I’ve got it
Stop stop kreuzberg casino
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Down in the hole
04:16
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If the stars go out tonight we’re gonna set the sky alight
We’re gonna step on devils tail take a ride and leave no trace
I found a place that no one knows a place where we can go and hide
So come along my pretty one you are the shadow on my side
Before you even cast a glance I’ll grab my gun and make a mess
Shake your body wildly baby don’t you know you drive me crazy
Tonight we sleep inside a ditch and haven’t got a stich to wear
I like those rags you are putting on. I feel we are sinking in this hole
Follow me down in the hole
We are gonna see the stars explode
If this hell it’s not that bad at least it will not be the same.
There is a place for you as well inside this broken rotten shell
Before you even cast a glance I’ll grab my gun and make a mess
Shake your body wildly baby don’t you know you drive me crazy
Now close your eyes I’m moving in hold me tight and eat my skin
I fell you are melting in my hands I’m inside you I’m breaking loose
Tonight we sleep inside a ditch and haven’t got a stich to wear
I like those rags you are putting on. I feel we are sinking in this hole
Follow me down in the hole
We are gonna see the stars explode
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She plays the radio loud
04:11
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I’m standing at the corner
the night covers the streets
the stars remain on dark side
this world can't stop for me
you feeling in my soul
when i close my eyes, you singing in my dreams
you feeling in my soul
when i close my eyes, your radio play for me
She plays the radio loud tonight
she plays the radio loud, i feel alright
who's gonna take me home
no one will pick me up
If I could be waiting around to die
‘cause she has got it going on
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I RAGAZZI DEL MASSACRO Milan, Italy
The band was born in Milan on September 2017 to start a new independent music project.
The aim was to
restore the philosophy of the late 70s alternative post-punk movement.
Sounds from Berlin of the Wall and London burnt by the punk movement are mixed with the noir atmosphere of Milan's cosmopolitan culture.
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