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Royal Flush
01:52
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7
04:04
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I'm the one you love, the one you seek
I'm the definition of life at its' peak
A reflection of freedom and ease
At least it's what they tell you on TV
You think I'm a gambler, a useful tool
I'm a special die but you are a fool
You think I deliver lifesaving checks
But you're just another card in my deck
There is something you don't understand
If you believe you can win my hand
Prosperity, beyond your wildest dreams
Glory and fame, and all would know your name
Look at me and you will see everything you want to be
There is no limit to how much I'll raise
Anything I lose is easily replaced
You should fold now, there is no 'chance'
I know the dealers; I own the place
So even if you are the queen of hearts
I've had a royal flush from the very start
Bass solo - Taz
Guitar solo - Jocelyn
Drums solo - Stéphane
Guitar solo - Carlos
You believe you discovered love within a spade
It was already sold out and you're just another customer
A consumer, a number, a liar
A lover?
Prosperity, but I'm all you rent
Glory and fame, and all the lights are on me
Look at me and you will see everything you cannot be
Prosperity, but you are my slave
Glory and fame, ah! Nobody gives a sh*
Look at yourself and you will see
That you just made an enemy
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Monday Morning Again
06:12
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Guitar solo - Jocelyn
Fffffuuuuuuuuuuu-
Stop taking what's mine
You would be fine
If you were in line
The one that I know
Stop taking what's mine
If you were in line
You would be fine
As far as I know
He who is sitting amongst a standing crowd
Draws a line with his inaction speaking loud
Who are we chewing from, who are we needing
Used as someone else's floor, tied up, barking
Condemned to just one name
Based on luck, based on fate
Condemned to nothing more
Craving for unlocked doors
He who is sitting amongst a standing crowd
Draws a line with his inaction speaking loud
Who are we chewing from, who are we needing
Used to carry someone; we just want to have fun
I will keep walking beside the path that was drawn
I'll run around whatever's said to be inbounds
Turning wheels around, heading straight for the wrong way
I will not omit to say this again
I will not; hear me when I am saying
I will not ffffuuuuuuuuuuu-ck around
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8
01:52
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Progtopus Montreal, Québec
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/myo͞ozik/
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Vocal or
instrumental sounds (or both) combined in such a way as to produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion.
Progtopus is led by Montreal singer, songwriter, guitar player, foody, air breather and occasionally human Julien Vachon.
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