1.Luka
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's 'cause I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Yes, I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
It's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
And they only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
2.Mallo Cup
Here I am outside your house at 3 A.M.
Try'n to think you out of bed.
I whistle at your sill,
it echoes 'cross the street instead.
I never will forget.
I ain't remembered yet.
Like mackeral in a net,
I forget to forget.
And you saw nothing in my eyes but yourself.
Nothing in my eyes.
I can't seem to find the same in no one else,
I guess it's no surprise.
I never can forget.
I ain't remembered yet.
Like mackeral in a net,
I forget to forget.
I forget to forget.
I forget to forget.
I ain't remembered yet.
3.Out
Diggin' deeper in the sand, now the water comes up.
Cut my finger on the years oh, years oh.
What can you do？ I'll remember you.
He waits for you behind the years oh, years oh.
Let it go.
Diggin' deeper in the sand, now the water comes up.
Cut my finger on the years oh, years oh.
What can you do？ I'll remember you.
He waits for you behind the years oh, years oh.
Your certainty turns to doubt and you start flippin' out,
and you ease on out.
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