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Turn lights down low make it feel like we’re all alone
Make up everything we missed last weekend
Tell me a truth tell me a lie try to make me feel alive
and when I gaze into your eyes I can’t look away
I’ve never been a fan of [...]
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You lived in a place long, long ago
Where nothing moved and time went slow
And someone sang about a Golden Age
In Cenetaph Park, drinking in the dark
This place was the machine that put the iron in your heart
So we hung around and we hung around
and we [...]
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Whispers from time is heard and embrace dead trees
Autumn falls merciless, crossing land: pale season fades man
Nothing is done, nothing but dirt, and places damp seize.
In flames, you call the heartless, draining mind: bloody
No quimeras,
only empty blows out of gentle desire
Fancy thrusts
the mourning mood fairly [...]
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With a grip so tight
you could make it bleed
He twists, We twist humanity
And to think we did it for this
And to know we did it for this
Too plagued to be repaired
And there’s nothing left but despair
What will save us now
I choke life’s apathy
Too crushed to [...]
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Sometimes so many things get lost in the fractions of time. Sometimes so many things we just forget til they’re gone. GONE! Staring so hard, you can’t see, right fucking in front of you. I think I’m holoding on too fight. Lost in the fractions [...]
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And I thought I’d ask you something I thought I’d never ask a soul
about all the nights you got so crazy and lose control
cuz the sun’s not up for hours, did Florida catch you out of breath?
and we’re all hoping where we started is where [...]
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Heaven knows where do I begin
To show you the love that lies within your skin
Open up your heart
Let the light come shining in, cos
Cos when everything is gone
Did you ever think that youre alone
Look deeper within your skin
Cant you see youre loving everything
Look deeper within [...]
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There’s a Wedding in the chapel,
And the bride is oh so happy,
And Daddy’s got a shotgun in his hand,
The groom is sweatin’ bullets,
As the priest steps to the pulpit
He’s about to make this boy into a man
Sweet Jesus in the Garden
Can you grant this boy [...]
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She said -I’m done with you
but with the softest of smiles waiting patiently upon her lips
She sits like a shadow perfectly against the comforter.
Back lit by the sliver of light creeping silently
through the curtain, as insufficient as these paper thin walls
at keeping the outside world [...]
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