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โ€œ๐‘€๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘”๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘Ž ๐‘—๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘’ฬ๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘”๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘Ž ๐‘›๐‘ข๐‘–๐‘ก, ๐‘ฃ๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘™๐‘Žฬ€ ๐‘™โ€™โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘š๐‘’.โ€œ ๐บ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐น๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก ๐Œ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข ๐๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž๐ซ, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ™ ๐’๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ณ-๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ซ๐žฬ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ฑ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ญ & ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  : calvincoalmusic@ ๐€๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฎ๐ซ : productionbelka@ ๐‚๐ซ๐žฬ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐‚๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ๐‘๐žฬ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง : ๐‚๐‹๐€๐‘๐Šโ€™๐’ ๐•๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„๐Ž ๐‚๐‹๐”๐ ๐ƒ๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐ž : Calvin Coal, Loรฏc Marchat ๐ˆ๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฌ : Clรฉment Varnier, Lucile dโ€™Aubarede ๐Œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ž : Loรฏc Marchat ๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ๐ดฬ€ ๐ฟ๐‘Ž ๐น๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐ฟ๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘™๐‘Ž ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘’ ๐‘Žฬ€ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘‘๐‘ข ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘’๐‘ข ๐‘‘๐‘ข ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘’, ๐‘Žฬ€ ๐‘€๐‘š๐‘’ ๐ป๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’๐‘™ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘™๐‘’ ๐น๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘‘๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘‘๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘’ฬ ๐ด๐‘ข๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ , ๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘Žฬ€ ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘๐‘’๐‘™๐‘™๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘’๐‘ข๐‘ฅ ๐‘ž๐‘ข๐‘– ๐‘‘๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ฬ€๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘‘๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ฬ ๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘ข ๐‘๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘’ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ฬ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘๐‘™๐‘’. ๐‹๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ฌ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LIES Your Trendy place and your fancy cars You strut your stuff like a movie star But it makes no sense to me Itโ€™s nothing but a lie So it makes no sense to me Your Poker face when ya do the prick You cut down the trees while the earth is sick So it makes no sense to me โ€˜Cause itโ€™s nothing but a lie It makes no sense to me โ€˜Cause I see whatโ€™s hidden by these lies Itโ€™s all clear when I open my eyes So Iโ€™m waiting for the sunrise Shifting away from these drives Iโ€™m searching, searching the light You had your fun with your pretty gun You fuck and run that sounds like heaven But it makes no sense to me Itโ€™s nothing but a lie So it makes no sense to me I wanna know If ya feel a-shame The folks you kill, the guilt you disclaim It all makes no sense to me โ€˜Cause itโ€™s nothing but a lie It makes no sense to me โ€˜Cause I see whatโ€™s hidden by these lies Itโ€™s all clear when I open your eyes Can you see whatโ€™s hidden by your lies Itโ€™s all clear when you open my eyes So Iโ€™m waiting for the sunrise Shifting away from these drives Iโ€™m searching, searching the light I see whatโ€™s hidden by these lies Itโ€™s all clear when I open your eyes Can you see whatโ€™s hidden by your lies Itโ€™s so clear So Iโ€™m waiting for the sunrise Shifting away from these drives Iโ€™m searching for a true light Shifting away from your lies Iโ€™m waiting for the sunrise Shifting away from these drives Iโ€™m searching for a true light Shifting away from your lies Iโ€™m searching, searching the light.
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