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Swimming
04:17
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Lyrics :
Just a little moment
And we'll be rising,
We'll be rising, you'll see
Just a few more words
And we'll be rising,
We'll be rising, probably
And if you thought we were wrong
Then we're rising you and me
And if you thought we were strong
Then there's nothing more to say for me
(chorus)
I wish I could breathe under the see
Or spread my wings and fly at least
Let the pain fade under me
Somewhere and somehow
If we'd only let us be
If we'd only let us be
And there's nothing that can't be done
If we don't annoy ourselves
And no battle that can't be won
If there's anyone left who cares
And we could go just like dolphins back to the see
And we could go back to the water
Where we're free from our weight
(chorus)
I wish I could breathe under the see
Or spread my wings and fly at least
Let the pain fade under me
Somewhere and somehow
If we'd only let us be
If we'd only let us be
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More
03:09
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Lyrics :
I heard the story of a terrible fight
Flames 'been running down a house last night
When I saw the place, the fire was out
But I couldn't help from screaming out loud
(chorus)
They've been burning down the house right next door
I thought I was leaning on the edge of a shore
But some guardian angel, like many times before
Thought that I'm someone who's meant to see more
If my life had always been an easy game
I'd never be as strong as I became
So come what may, come storm or come rain
I know each winter turns into spring some day
(chorus)
They've been burning down the house right next door
I thought I was leaning on the edge of a shore
But some guardian angel, like many times before
Thought that I'm someone who's meant to see more
(chorus)
They've been burning down the house right next door
I thought I was leaning on the edge of a shore
But some guardian angel, like many times before
Thinks that I'm someone who's meant to see more
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The Follower
02:22
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Lyrics :
Another rebel is crossing the thin line from rebel to sheep
And the war is on, and the war is on
And then the rebel will turn other rebels from rebel to sheep
And the war is on, and the war is on
And when the rebel was crossing the thin line from rebel to sheep
His mind was gone
And then the level of spiritual consciousness floated so deep
And the war goes on, and the war goes on
Another rebel is crossing the thin line from rebel to sheep
And the war is on, and the war is on
And then the rebel will turn other rebels from rebel to sheep
And the war is on, and then the war is on
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The Waiting Is Over
04:10
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Lyrics :
I'm taking a last little look behind the closing door
I forgot what I was leaving for but the road will tell me more
Well even myself couldn't take me serious for what I said
Well I've said it way too many times for being able to regret
Let me take a last little look on the map before we go
I know we should be leaving but Iheard there might be snow
Let's wait just a little while for the sun to come out and shine
For the better we'll be prepared is the further that we shall ride
(chorus)
The waiting is over, now it's time to get things done
The road is waiting there for you, and all the hurdles are all gone
The waiting is over, now it's time to get things done
Do you still know how to run ?
And I'm sure that I'm not the only guy beside that door
With an urgent plan for leaving but we're waiting more and more
The door's wide open there, no more balls and no more chains
But how do we get rid of the wall that's standing there right in my brain
(chorus)
The waiting is over, now it's time to get things done
The road is waiting there for you, and all the hurdles are all gone
The waiting is over, now it's time to get things done
Do you still know how to run ?
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GUNWOOD Paris, France
Gunwood is an indie folk rock band from Paris.
The trio's unique style is at the crossroads of hypnotic folk and blues-rock, with influences ranging broadly from modern post-rock to traditional Irish music.
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