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Albert Camus

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Verse 1 Albert walked where the white sun burned, with dust in his shoes and no return. The sea kept laughing against the stone, like it knew we were born alone. He said the world won’t answer why, no hidden hand behind the sky. Still someone stands where the streetlights hum, holding to nothing, but holding on. Chorus Holding to nothing, nothing but breath, nothing but morning rising from death. No final meaning, no holy song, just the absurd and the will to go on. Verse 2 A man rolls his stone up a merciless hill, knowing it falls, climbing it still. Not for heaven, not for reward, not for the mercy of any lord. In the silence after every prayer, there’s a cigarette burning in the air. And the heart says yes to the empty dawn, holding to nothing, but holding on. Chorus Holding to nothing, nothing but breath, nothing but morning rising from death. No final meaning, no holy song, just the absurd and the will to go on. Bridge If the universe is deaf and blind, then we make fire with our...
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3 angels

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I met Him where the wires hum, behind the chapel door, where dust was dancing in the sun like angels on the floor. He didn’t wear a crown of fire, He didn’t speak in thunder; He sounded like a tired man who’d misplaced all his wonder. I said, “Are You the Lord of hosts, or just some echo in the fog?” He said, “Son, I’m only what remains— the ghost of God.” Chorus And I’ve been talking to the ghost of God, through a cracked and silver sky. He says heaven lost its address, and the saints forgot to fly. I asked Him for a sign of love, He gave me rain and nods. Now I spend my nights in conversation with the ghost of God. He told me He had watched us build our temples out of fear, then sell the keys to paradise to anyone who’d hear. He said, “I left no golden book, no sword, no final law. Just a candle in the ribcage and a hunger in the jaw.” I said, “Then why do children suffer? Why do good men crawl?” He turned His face toward nothing and said, “I don’t know it all.” Chorus And I’ve been ...
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ghost of god

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I met Him where the wires hum, behind the chapel door, where dust was dancing in the sun like angels on the floor. He didn’t wear a crown of fire, He didn’t speak in thunder; He sounded like a tired man who’d misplaced all his wonder. I said, “Are You the Lord of hosts, or just some echo in the fog?” He said, “Son, I’m only what remains— the ghost of God.” Chorus And I’ve been talking to the ghost of God, through a cracked and silver sky. He says heaven lost its address, and the saints forgot to fly. I asked Him for a sign of love, He gave me rain and nods. Now I spend my nights in conversation with the ghost of God. He told me He had watched us build our temples out of fear, then sell the keys to paradise to anyone who’d hear. He said, “I left no golden book, no sword, no final law. Just a candle in the ribcage and a hunger in the jaw.” I said, “Then why do children suffer? Why do good men crawl?” He turned His face toward nothing and said, “I don’t know it all.” Chorus And I’ve been ...
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nuez

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 Verse 1 I don’t know if it was midnight or my head on airplane mode, the city threw its bright lights like an old electric ghost. You said, “baby, this will pass,” I thought, “no, it just came back,” there are ghosts wearing your perfume dancing circles in my tracks. Pre-Chorus And even when I doubt my shadow, even when I lose my name, there’s a pulse beneath the static calling me back through the flame. Chorus It’s not what I think, but I exist, even if the world is badly written. It’s not what I feel, but I insist, I’m a beautiful mistake with rhythm. It’s not what I think, but I exist, dancing lost inside the distance. If everything breaks, I’ll still persist: a cynical heart with resistance. Verse 2 I saw my face inside a screen, it looked at me without a soul, like a fake saint in a mirror learning how to lose control. I’ve got faith after midnight, I’ve got fear when morning comes, I’ve got God stuck in my throat and he never answers anyone. Pre-Chorus And even when I doubt ...
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madman

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  Verse 1 There’s a man on the corner with a newspaper crown, talking to angels as the rain comes down. He says the moon’s got wires and the stars all bleed, and the city’s just a dog with a chain it don’t need. He laughs at the traffic, he cries at the light, says the dead take buses through the middle of the night. Everybody walks by with their eyes on their shoes, but he sees the future in a puddle of blues. Chorus Oh, madman, madman, what do you know? You see the river where the hard streets flow. You see the fire underneath the snow, you see what nobody sees. Verse 2 He had a name once, maybe Joseph or John, maybe he left it where the saints have gone. He had a lover with a cigarette voice, she said, “You can be free, but you don’t get a choice.” Now he writes down sermons on a ten-dollar bill, says God got tired and the devil got still. He points to the window of the old drugstore, says, “There’s a door in the glass, but it ain’t a door.” Chorus Oh, ma...
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thunder in mind

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Verse 1 There’s a storm in the hallway, a light under my skin, I hear the future breathing where the past has been. Your voice on the ceiling, my name in the rain, every little silence comes back strange. Chorus Thunder in mind, lightning in my hands, I try to understand you but the sky never lands. Thunder in mind, clouds in my chest, I was looking for an answer in the place where angels rest. Verse 2 A mermaid on the dashboard, ice cream in the sun, we were missing the point but calling it love. You kissed like a warning, cold and divine, then disappeared softly through a crack in time. Chorus Thunder in mind, lightning in my hands, I try to understand you but the sky never lands. Thunder in mind, clouds in my chest, I was looking for an answer in the place where angels rest. Bridge All my mirrors are weather, all my prayers are machines, every dream is electric when it forgets what it means. Final Chorus Thunder in mind, the night starts to bend, the past is the future coming back a...
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mermaid on board

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Verse 1 You were drawing little maps on the foggy window glass, saying, “Turn the ship around, there’s no future in the past.” I was looking for a signal, you were looking at the sea, I was missing every warning that was swimming next to me. Pre-Chorus The captain saw the lightning, the sailors heard the song, but I was busy proving I was beautifully wrong. Chorus Missing the point with a mermaid on board, chasing the storm while she opened the door. She said, “Love is the ocean, not the thing you’re dying for.” I kept missing the point with a mermaid on board. Verse 2 She was combing out the moonlight from her electric hair, talking like a prophet in a folding plastic chair. She said, “You want an answer, but you worship the wound. You keep kissing the anchor and blaming the moon.” Chorus Missing the point with a mermaid on board, chasing the storm while she opened the door. She said, “Love is the ocean, not the thing you’re dying for.” I kept missing the point with a mermaid on board...
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