The Gift (PT) - The Singles lyrics

Forget these bars now, you're getting shy Leave all those tracks back, they only lie Go feed those haters, they fancy bad rhymes They like the small things, so they may shine What's missing out now? What more to write? So I'm a wise guy, I think to myself I'll shut my mouth now and set up this dance again There's no excuse now You'll be yourself somehow Anything you do Anywhere you go Anywhere They'll raise your head down, they feel alive It's never enough for them They said I can change their lives So why can't I change mine? They dream about my life But I don't dream... at night It's just a paper cut and my head is now so strong I'm not afraid anymore If you come back right through that door But you are never quick enough to forget It's just a paper cut And then the wannabes They're paper cuts to me It's just a paper cut and my head is now so strong I'm not afraid anymore If you come back right through that door But you are never quick enough to forget It's just a paper cut It's just a paper cut and my head is now so strong I'm not afraid anymore If you come back right through that door But you are never quick enough to forget It's just a paper cut It's just a paper cut Sunny beauty ballads, trashy crazy words Funny rainbow colours and ironic songs What about the spring Spring for spring Will it be? Face now your world I can do whatever I need Can find from where I belong Can sing as much as I breathe It's time to get it done And I know you love enough The future's still to come Take each day one by one You don't need to feel Guilty needs shows everything that you've got This pointed gun shouts at your head again Still remember what you forgot And everything that made you stop I don't know what will cross your way Maybe the lights of New York Needed guilt shows everything you forgot This pointed gun shouts at your heart again I still remember why you have stopped Was the light of old New York I don't know how you'll cross this way It's better to show what you've got What about those ballads and those crazy words What about the colours and ironic songs Dream about the spring Things will change Flowers will rise Your personal prize Just open your eyes Keep moving and discover, there are pretty things about your life Born in a small town Bad movies once a week Two TV channels, no remote, begging for Twin Peaks A bunch of lunatics Good hearts in crazy heads They've lost their hope, they were just grown men in our Neverland And during Christmas eve The world was sharing gifts We didn't care, we were listening to good riffs A borrowed walkman The cheapest tape on it Disintegration in repeat, the best trip I can get Romance the 80's, we dance the 90's The last 10 years they pa**ed so fast, I kind of miss them Best parties ever Our heroes on the stage Coloured lights, glamour nights, was the neon age A perfect night for me Much more than ecstasy We can sweat, we can jump, you can be so free The kids in blogs now And all their stupid hypes They lack the know how The whole world in their hands Except the taste, to write the text Nobody understands! Why copy Talking Heads and paste the Radiohead? Why not discover The Full Sentence of the Pigeonhed Ten voices spring reverb Few bars with crazy noise But at the end, we‘re all a shadow of The Beach Boys I miss the elegance It's hard, but still exists Rufus, you are on the top of my list I'm feeling fresh now Can see what's right and wrong Stop it now I just did a 12 minute song