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Terms of New
02:24
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Soundness rooted in the ground, or am i nutrition flowing up and down?
Why would I decide even to decide? When I can just lean back and live my life.
I've got something to tell you it's got nothing to do with you, and everything to do with who i've become
C; I'm still thinking in terms of new
terms i'm no longer sure how to use.
Can't ask more from a depressing decor
Broke my heart when it fell to the floor
Running from today, getting carried away
I can feel the stress compress in my spine
With your hollow needs I'll swallow my notions of greed
shredding leaves of left overs who know you'd be my four leaf clover?
Things will get worse never helps or works becasue you don't need words you simply want to be heard
C;
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Hurt Me to My So(ul)
02:35
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Who are you to ever want?
Are you sure your words mean what you think they do? I thought what you said meant something entirely different.
You hurt me to my soul
Why do you remain so hidden? You seek forgiveness when you've already been forgiven.
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Until There's Pain
02:45
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Don't wanna feel anything, why don't you tell me what it would take for that to happen? Just relax.
You've got some weight, you've got some weight to your words, but you've got to wait to be heard.
There is no feeling until there's pain
Quiet your mind just like you might when you try to fall asleep at night with your eyes shut. Resurrected pyramids for you but there's nothing to hold them up.
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Pale Blue Dot
02:07
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Empty rooms and settling dust
Padlocks clicking and chipping off rust
White signs sit on the chain lock doors
A national embarrassment, entry denied
Mouth wide shut and the needn’t say more
Hold back those contagious sighs
With fear on your sleeve
Fear keeps your teeth
A blank page for written word
As you walk in the streets
The things we love are cell mates now
Fear of dying alone in the dark unknown
Discomfort never hurt us
Much different than we thought
All we have is ourselves
Like a pale blue dot
All we’ve ever had was ourselves just
Like a pale blue dot
Winner-take-all in a crowded void
Fighting with each other
To keep dead things alive
Before they even noticed
They built us a bed built on the dead
But forgiven by their checks.
The things we love are cell mates now
Fear of dying alone in the dark unknown
Discomfort never hurt us
Much different than we thought
All we have is ourselves
Like a pale blue dot
All we’ve ever had was ourselves just
Like a pale blue dot
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