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I lie awake alone at night, swiping to the left and to the right,
thinking of my solitude, cureness for my thoughts.
Click and swipe, click and swipe, someone else’s fantasy
sleeping in my bed with me, till the early hours.
And then we laugh and smile, we pose in style.
Who gets more and who’s ignored?
The game is on, take it on.
Ouou aaah
Love me, hold me, dance with me
Ouou aaah
Love me, hold me, dance with me
Then you realise you ‘re feeling alone in a crowd, what are the odds?
Silence is always disturbing, always so loud, what are the odds?
Devices getting connected while humans get disconnected, what are the odds?
Watching the lives of people online, click and swipe click and swipe
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Some little voice is calling my name, down from the valley below.
And it’s deep and it grows, and it’s deep and it grows,
telling me things I would rather not know.
My life, my love, my body.
A perfect life and lots of flesh.
I’m selling myself, I’m selling myself.
I'm a wreck, I’m a mess, I'm down with SMS.
We won’t ride to the sundown.
‘Cause no one will be there to see.
Like a dream, never happened.
We must become the change that we seek.
I’m a mess, can’t you see?
I’m a wreck, set me free.
I can’t sleep, such a mess, I’m down with SMS.
I’m a mess, can’t you see?
I’m a wreck, set me free.
I can’t sleep, such a mess, I’m down with SMS
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TLDR
03:38
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Can I speak my mind?
Can the words be mine?
Can we talk about love and life – no memes, no quotes- just speak our minds?
Cause every soul’s offended now!
We’re talking about words, but what are the words talking about?
Hide behind your screen, when it all becomes obscene.
Fighting my way through the snowstorm and trolls, I sing again.
Too long to read, too much to care!
Mmmm
Too long to read too much to care!
Mmmm
And the golden gates finally open wide before your mortal eyes.
A window to the cosmos, knowledge, and a podium to lies.
Never I thought the offspring of evolution would rather watch feline cries.
And instead of building a spaceship, we crave to become social spies.
Pale ghost, eyes red.
So lost in Wonderland
Standing in line for a dream.
Maybe my soul needs a fresh start away from the sound of waves.
Maybe I’ll find a shore.
But I really don’t care anymore.
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Too many words
03:12
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Armada Named Sound London, UK
Armada Named Sound is the music of Spiros Maus. The concept is quite simple: Embrace the whole spectrum of electronic music. Armada sound, a mix of multi inspired electronica with a strong cinematic feel and frequent use of the wall of sound technique.
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