1. |
home
06:19
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and when i, see yr face
it takes me to a warm place
and i
can’t wait till i can see you
when i come home
and i know
that i’m not alone
and i hope you feel that way too
because i know that i do
the light, that will hit my eyes
will tell me
that its a shiny, new day
it will reflect off of a photo on the shelf
and that’s how i’ll know, that everything, will be okay
and i can’t wait till i can see you when i come home
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2. |
planet dust
04:02
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we're pathetic
little creatures
doin the
best we can
to build
somethin
with our own
hands
but we don't
know what is real
why am i?
doin this?
to me?
i should be empty
i'm fallin
for ya so far
i'm fallin
hard
and i don't know
how to deal
with how i feel
i'll work hard
for my
freedom from
sorrow
so i can
be alright
with myself
tomorrow
and i can't wait
to be
one
with the world of the dust
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3. |
sadness3
04:01
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4. |
wind up bird
04:13
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wind up bird
have you heard?
the sound of defeat
piercing through my lies
false lullabies
fake fodder for feed
there is a spark
to put out the dark
bring it to heel
wind up bird
have you heard?
you don’t make me real
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5. |
the sound of defeat
04:49
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it felt good
to get out of the room
so soon
songs of defeat
are more my tune
under the two moons
shadows climb
and my mouth tastes dry
without a goodbye
but i’ve gotta get out
i need some time
to reset my mind
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6. |
i.d.n.a.e
05:09
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i’m burning up
in front of my eyes
and i’ve got butterflies
my deepest desire
is to disappear
into my fears
but I dont want yr help
i don’t need anybody else
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