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Fail better with all our cams on
to shoot endless grey afternoons
Raindrops on the windows
Moon beams through the smoke
A blurry hole
Fail better just to start it over
Trying to break that blind faith
What do we take with us?
What do we give?
Another fine solution for a crappy conversation
A calculated cost
Coming out for business
A loveless end
That's what we worth
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Unboiled egg
03:35
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I feel like an animal on the edge of horizon
I feel like a thumb on a plastic bubble
So when you come down
What do you expect?
An unboiled egg
We cannot survive in a permanent lie
We have to get what we expect
We sail and we shine in a different light
Like a summer rain memory
Like the taste of a strawberry
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Priest
03:56
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Girl in the well
03:24
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There's a girl in the well
She's cold like a knife
A flower in the dirt
An ice cream into hell
A girl in the well
My bones are aching
My lips are cheating
My hands are praying
There's a girl in the well
And all I can do
Is lying to my mother
Is lying to my father
I swear that I loved her
I swear that I loved her
Poor girl in the well
Poor girl in the well
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Something More
02:53
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There is something more than ashtray fever
There is something more than evil
There is something more than troubles on the way
There is something more than "I don't know her"
There is something more than opportunity
Something more than signs from outer space
There is something more than ancient flavours
There is something more than desert
There is something more than fishing without lens
There is something more than lifetime failures
There is something more than "Trust me baby"
There is something more than me and you, today...
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And then i wake up in the middle of the night
I speak to a ghost
And then I realized that ghost it's me
I ask my ghost
"Are you happy? Do you suffocate? Do you really relized that a stone has been thrown in the ocean?
Won't you feel that desire?Won't you feel that desire?"
But you're alone in the mirror
And the face that you see
is another old bone with seven big holes
Another slap in your face
Another silly disgrace
Someone in the back of your head
Monsters as we are
When traffic lights are yellow
And what I hate in me is what I hate in you
This small view
But you're alone in the mirror
And the face that you see
is another old bone with seven big holes
Another slap in your face
Another silly disgrace
Someone in the back of your head
Monsters as we are
When traffic lights are yellow
And what I hate in me is what I hate in you
This small view
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Mammooth/Riccardo Bertini Roma, Italy
Riccardo Bertini is an italian composer, producer and songwriter. As Mammooth, with his mate and collaborator Fabio
Sabatini, they work as a production team based in Rome.
Since 2001 they release songs, soundtracks, sound design and stuff for cinema, web and other kinds of media.
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