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• Artiste: Another Robot Sunset
• Titre: Angels In Airplanes
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everything is empty when you are near all the things we hid are becoming clear symptoms indicate that we won't make it love gets in the way when it's best to fake it it's the information age and nothing is the same as me everything is blue and green and red all your thoughts are made in a factory and then pumped into your head it's so much better than before the day takes on no taste in mystery no threat of yesterday no ugly memories (memories) and all the photographs are rendered obsolete you can now forget the friends you seldom see you can blame it on me you can blame it on me blame it on the industry blame the revolution clarity is killing me and i'd like to have back my confusion (my confusion) blame the algebra blame geometry numbers sing my songs and angles set the boundaries (boundaries) you can blame it on me you can blame it on me there's an economic crisis that keeps you inside that keeps you by the phone until the danger's gone away and the dollar bills have faces of people you've grown to trust of men who never die at least until you die and i don't wanna die - i don't wanna die (everything is empty when you are near) but everybody does - everybody does one thousand goodbyes, you're on your own now (all the things we hid are becoming clear) you're on your own now you're on your own now (symptoms indicate that we won't make it) to be lonely will you write soon? Will you miss me? (love gets in the way when it's best to fake it) will you blame it on me? will you blame it on me? blame it on the atom bomb blame old harry truman we could have had a chance ten years before the Great Depression blame it on the printing press blame the cynicism spend the next three years wondering how it could have been blame the democrats blame the NRA if we had never met, we wouldn't have to feel this way blam the words I said blame the truth I meant blame the long walk home blame my selfishness we are angels in airplanes in the clouds in the sky today went by, week's went (blame the revolution) we will touch the end (clarity is killing me and i'd like to have back my confusion) the city lights remind me of you (blame the atom bomb) and i hope i get home soon (blame old harry truman) these metal wings are getting heavy (we could have had a chance ten years before the Great Depression) and I might not make it home (Blame the words I say, blame the truth I meant, blame the long walk home, blame my selfishness) (Could have been)