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Icarus
03:14
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Hello, my name is Icarus
It has been a while
Since my last report from planet earth
I am still alive
Sometimes it’s hard to keep up hope
This signal’s just a message in a bottle
I am Icarus
That’s the name I chose
I am the last of the november kids
As far as I know
Is there anybody out there
Is there anybody out there who can hear this
And so I sit here every night, hope that I get recognized
All across the dusted and abandoned city streets
I overcome my fears even though I can barely breathe
With my wings on fire and my armor on
I’m watching the sky waiting for an alien invasion
All across the dusted and abandoned city streets
I overcome my fears even though I can barely breathe
With my wings on fire and my armor on
I’m watching the sky and the red clouds passing by
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November Kid
03:14
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Waking up to this mess again
It makes me feel like I haven’t slept at all
It’s not a bad dream, it has happened for real
Been in the wrong place at the wrong time
A group of orphans became the greatest lie
Back in november when the last ships took off
In the meantime conditions have changed
Friends turned into hunters and prey
I’m not the strongest but I’m fairly clever
And I scream from the top of my lungs
My echo against this omnipresent void
Lost and lonely - this place is a prison
Can anybody please get me outta here
The memories that I have are keeping me alive
But by now I’m not sure If I just made them up
I am the victim of a massive case of collective amnesia
But I will always leave a trace
Can anybody please get me outta here
The memories that I have are keeping me alive
But by now I’m not sure If I just made them up
I am the victim of a massive case of collective amnesia
But I will always leave a trace
And carry on day after day
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The world as you know it does not exist anymore
When you don’t know in the morning if there's another for sure
And time has become just an illusion
Then other rules apply
I am not afraid to die
I got this feeling somewhere deep inside
I was collecting things ever since
This kingdom that I built I’d trade it for an evidence
I just don’t wanna be forgotten
And so I stick to this routines
Try to make the best of it
It helps to curb the demons in my head
I’m a survivor, get me out of here
I’m just a kid with all its fears
I’m like Peter Pan in Neverland
But what is left without the fun?
But we can move mountains
As long as we believe
In anybody out there
Who shares our dreams
We can move mountains
As long as we believe
There is anybody out there
I found your shelter on a moonless night
A mausoleum for what we left behind
Here in this overgrown wasteland
It took me years to come around
And now you’re nowhere to be found
In this place I almost forgot about
Hello my name is Finna, but you can call me Fin
Transmissions you’ve sent I discovered by chance
A trail not that easy to follow
You must be traumatized
And now I am terrified
I wish I could have somehow let you know
All the time that you’re alone out here
It must have been around ten years
On the day when the last ships did go
You only saw the afterglow
But we can move mountains
As long as we believe
In anybody out there
Who shares our dreams
We can move mountains
As long as we believe
There is anybody out there
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