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HERE COME THE LYRICS OF THE 4 SONGS ON OUR MYSPACE

AQUÍ ESTÁN LAS LETRAS DE LAS 4 CANCIONES DE NUESTRO MYSPACE

BANDITS (ON THE ROAD)

We're the sons of “windy city”,

We are hiding from the pity

With the coldest bottle of champagne.

She was wearing a bikini

All the cash was in the kitty,

And the road was giving us the light

We were thieves in all those countries

Now the money is in our trousers

The oxygen was blowing on the road,

Because we are the thieves of the White Noise River

Just pretending to spread all our fever

'Cause love is more than clouds, dust or mud

Because we saw

(If we´re going back to where we once belonged)

The perfect plan

To leave the city,

You should do anyway

It was the great escape,

The kingdom is waiting just there...

So what you think about that?

So what you don’t understand?

So why you don't understand?

So why you think about that?

Because we are the thieves

Because we are the light

Because we never change

Because we never lie

Because we're all

(If we´re going back to where we once belonged)

The perfect plan

To leave the city,

You should do anyway

It was the great escape,

The kingdom is waiting just there...

BLACK OCEANS

We control the old pacific

Sailing on the ocean

We’re terrific

With the black flag moving in the wind

‘Cause we have the fury, on our side.

Years ago, we won the war

And we reject the fears in other worlds

And now we know that all, will be alright

Welcome all the losers, in our empire

We can’t control our decisions

Without pity we live in our prisons

With smoke and reasons we survived

And now the oceans have turned black

They don’t construct the jails for us

The sound of black boots on the sand

We can’t control our decisions

Without pity we live in our prisons

If you're living the rock & rum

With smoke and reasons we survived

And now the oceans have turned black

With smoke and reasons we survive

We can’t control our decisions

Without pity we live in our prisons

SHE'S GOT THE SHOW

She’s got the strengh in her

She leads the game show

Another first affaire

Makes it all dreadfull

She knows she has to heat the atmosphere

Before the senses come to breathe

She´s got in her rich purse, a gun but I dont know

Who are the victims that work on her show?

She knows she has to heat the atmosphere

Before the senses come to breathe

She’s got

(And i know that it’s a waste of time)

The brand

(Victims floating in a river of lies)

To command

(She’s the show in this dirty bar)

Her lies

Shes got

(All the meanings of a broken heart)

The eyes

(To entertain you and make magic lies)

To blind

(She’s the queen of the killing brand)

My mind

The storm is above her,

her dress is wet too

She’s singing in the rain

makes it all dreadfull

She’s acting in my neck

A provocative show

Today is not your day

For now has been enough

She’s got

(And I know that its a waste of time)

The brand

(Victims floating in a river of lies)

To command

(Shes the show in this dirty bar)

Her lies

Shes got

(All the meanings of a brokenheart)

The eyes

(To entertain you and make magic lies)

To blind

(She's the queen of the killing brand)

My mind

FROZEN

Frozen in a funeral oven

With about a dozen chords

That makes it all

Kind of sad, not bad,
considering what’s
still to come

The time’s coming nearer

The fears coming clearer

The crowd’s getting on their feet

But please, but please wait for me

And tonight, we might as well cry

Or get on our feet and celebrate

we’re not getting back

Or get on our feet and celebrate
we’re not getting back

we’re not getting back
we’re not getting back

Frozen in a funeral oven

With about a dozen thoughts

That may have caught

A terminal illness in the cold

The blame’s coming nearer

The cycle disappears

The future situation without you must be

An angel’s now in me

Old times..will not remind

The peaceful revive

The wings that

Now let me fly

Be calm in heaven

The devil’s too far
The clouds are the material
That let you survive

Be clever in your ocean

You govern it all

You must know it for sure

Know it for sure

And tonight, we might as well cry
Or get on our feet and celebrate
We’re not getting back

Or get on our feet, celebrate that
We’re not getting back

That we’re not getting back
That we’re not getting back

Frozen in a funeral oven

With about a dozen chords

That makes it all

Kind of sad, not bad,
Considering what’s
Still to come

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