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schwarzwald
02:38
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i can hardly hear my thoughts up against these pounding waves. followed this shipwreck to an empty grave.
this time your life took mine. rewind. its all in my minds eye, can't shake the thought from my shoulders. took a look in the holes they cut inside my face tell me what you've found, tell me what you've found.
you're too close just stay inside where this makes sense if you could just turn-
it's been close i'm thinking heavy, this makes sense if you could close your-
eyes so tight you won't wake up. every minutes keep them shut. pounding waves sound better now, pounding waves sound better.
looking out of windows placed above your smile but remember it's too late to find the faces in the dust. looking out of windows, i can't forget your smile but remember: it's too late to find the faces in the dust.
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stagform
02:57
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shin-ken, sho-bu i'm beside you. wake up, you're lost inside the frost. deadly, wholehearted, hopeful and hardened. transfixed, this instant it's gone you missed it.
there is still time to protect us, alright? words were true then. we outgrew them. it's here, this thing i'm caught thinking. so if it ends, don't look back.
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kitten giggles
02:00
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(at the drop of your hat) i fell, i wept. i wouldn't know what to say when the mist cleared from (my eyes) my gaze fell upon all my nightmares.
an empty place, ive never felt so alone and disconfigured without your aching presence weighing on every thought.
where is the place that led me to you? i can hardly remember. lost in a haze beginning with you in the dark, with gravestones. i don't have a single word to explain myself. maybe somewhere along the line, faintly whispered. lost.
i couldn't face, i couldnt face where you stood (close but not quite, close but not quite) this is the worst, this is the worst (i couldnt face, i couldnt face where you stood) ghosting.
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there's a name for this
03:16
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idle conversation is what grows inside the minutes i spend on anticipation while i'm counting down the time we have left now.
inside this place it's close and warm. these are words that will keep you safe and strong. what's the point, i just cant seem to avoid that fact. why are we always on time to our own funerals?
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sat in the dark under the midnight lights. let's count the stars while you wait and each night gets worse then you gave up, now im driving myself down that old road.
you could call me, tell me you're around still writing down words i could never pronounce. if you hear this hey ive been missing you. i cant control. well, i just cant control, i cant control. well i just cant control. sometimes it's not quite as clear cut as a photo.
(do you always talk like this?)
sold myself short but its been worse than this. ever so long, couldnt have scripted it but no one's here, so dont act. im not supposed to care. i cant control, well i just cant control. i cant control, well i just cant control.
sometimes things change without any warning.
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