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8th part of my mix, enjoy, and follow me if you like these mixes, more to come :)

Sensation Mix Part 8

London Jazz

reborn

Recorded and mixed @ONLOCK RECORDINGS by The Kid Frank

Roc Le Noir & Dalton Gang - Intro

Música de Pinto do Arcordeon, aos moldes do Sonora sambagroove.

Sonora sambagroove - Arte Culinária

My remix for an awesome italian band: http://soundcloud.com/youarehere
Original track here: http://soundcloud.com/youarehere/tape

Lyrics:
I'll fill the gaps of erased tapes 
While you fastforward, I'll just play
Those melodies we never shared
And moments lost we've never had

You go ahead in your circle
I'm in reverse, we're stuck on pause
All that is left is a white noise
A sudden smile as fake as yours

And you are not here
But in my mind your voice is clear
And you are not here
I'll play this tape and disappear

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Original picture used for the cover art by Francesca Catalani

YOUAREHERE - Tape (Need a Name Remix)

A Tale of Murder from BELLADONNA's second album "The Noir Album"

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He strolls through the SoHo crowd
She sits alone
He stares at the stormy clouds
She’ll soon be home

Manhattan is drenched in rain
And autumn leaves
He enters an empty train
And there she is

	Whenever we feel our life is shattered
	Whenever we see our light go down
	Whatever we feel – It does not matter
	Our time will come


He sits with the strange grimace
She’s seen before 
He stares at her frozen face
And knows the score

Manhattan is drenched in tears
Of crimes unseen
She dreamed about this for years
And here he is 

	Whenever we feel our life is shattered
	Whenever we see our light go down
	Whatever we feel – It does not matter
		Our time will come

		Can you hear the sound of breaking hearts
		As their destiny unfolds?
		Can you heal a soul so torn apart?
		She just pulls out her handgun – Karma is a blast of sudden sun


	Whenever we feel our life is shattered
	Whenever we see our light go down
	Whatever we feel – It does not matter
	Our time will come

Manhattan is drenched in pain
The sun will dry
She stares at the leaving train
And waves goodbye


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