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Pistols At Dawn With Afterglow ‎– Your Own Heaven Is Smoking, And Your Clouds Are On Fire. Label: Blue Baby Recordings ‎– none.

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Текст песни Seinabo Sey – "Pistols At Dawn". Hear the wind calling me to leave this place, Yet here we are standing ground face to face, This burning sky witnessed the greatest of love.

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It's hell on Earth and the city's on fire Inhale, in hell there's heaven There's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky Inhale, in hell there's heaven Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Solo, solo, solo, solo. through, but it's just me and no you Stayed up 'til my phone died, smoking big, rolling solo. Solo, one of the prime cuts off Frank Ocean’s sophomore album Blonde talks about loneliness in different angles from the perspectives of different persons-all of which are having a good time being alone as they cope with their situation in life in an almost ironic fashion.

Heaven knows that I'm born too late for these ghosts that I chase With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain Every day, I'm Carl Sagan in space To escape this old world, this old world. Some days I lie wide awake 'til the Sun hits my face And I fade, elevate from the Earth Far away to a place where I'm free from the weight This old world, this old world. And when I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes In the backbone of night, I'm combustible Dust in the fire when I can't sleep a wink, I'm too tired This old world, this old world. I don't trust anything Or anyone, below the Sun And I don't feel anything At all.