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This is a good death
03:41
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Washed out by the window show
"hope drains out so easy" he says
and just waits for space to complain
It should force you to create
And it seems like a walk outside of cities sometimes can cure it all
but we realise that we can never truly escape from the arms of our cultural waste
and it seems like that these eternal struggles persist
and we hope that these puzzles were set just so that someone can solve them.
so I'll be sitting down tonight
I wont lay my eyes on it and tomorrow I won't know the topics
but I'll still know the news
I'll remember the people
I'll still be affected by that view
So sleep soundly if you know that you can't fix it over night
Wake knowing that it can be changed
and then a voice says
we're all gonna live and die alone
(so why bother we live and die alone)
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"Don't retreat, reload!"
This call to arms on "hallowed ground"
There's a fire on the edge and its burning through books and pages
While the distance belies its danger , it's burning all the pages
and burning the books
She'll destroy and conquer minds
mask them to hid behind these images of mountains and these images of families
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There's a hidden signal in the traffic lights
You don't have to walk with him
Don't stop without letting me know
Under the red sky he'll tell you what to do
Trust me and hold my hand
I'm sick of falling behind, I think I'll take the lead
me and you know all the shortcuts
Are these people there? Because they seem so asleep
You and me know all the shortcuts
Dont Stop
It's too late. I'll stay behind. You can go on ahead.
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He's cut from the patterns designed so he'll just stick to his fathers side
theres nothing coming through
just the eager ness to prove he is a man
and he wakes up in silence and he wonders
"why am i always alone"
The wasted money adds to her shame and anger
she hates that he makes the same wage
she cant stand it
she cant stand it when she's reminded of those days
it shows that she can never get it back once that its gone
and Jane, its gone.
The fading, aching relief of denial
Each moment is a struggle not to lose semblence
as she stretchs for the day to end
she is proud that her fingers know the keys so well
It happens when we get lost along the way and stop looking for a destination
and start nesting because its so comfortable to stay and let it rot away
The fading, aching relief of denial
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