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I don't need a sign as we feel mold
I don't need to have it all
And I'm like you
I won't read an ideal from an aged stone
Everything will own its thaw
All I owned is appealed and now I'll talk
Of everything that I hear
Well every near has appeared, every come has its call
But I fear we have it all
And hold in the form of your old life
And you'll see
And lone in the field of the fold life
And you'll feel
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Palettes
04:08
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All aboard the ride, feeling safe and tight
You stare out the window
Floating oculi, nearing color blind
Will settle into coal
Anything that you want, any place you could roam
Head out in the cold
Feed with every scene, palettes without reach
And never heed the dark
Revolving at your feet, deny every seat
And nothing else to hold
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Loom
03:39
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Some foul, curving knob I feed
Screams wide open now,
"You're pausing with your plead"
A key flows from the mouth
And leaned I hum,
"Your belly's formed a crowd for me"
While the blade looms the night, I see
These clothed wings harvest on
The burrow hinted underneath
Enigma corridor
And leaned I moan
Feel veins crawling out from me
Maybe I fall for me
Mother, everything you formed is staggered
Mother, everything you formed is stagnant
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4. |
Inside, Outside
04:25
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He saw that neon light push and pull
On and on and on
He said, "Me, I'm fine. Everyone goes home"
All the things he loves, he'll have to keep them down
And he knows that she must write
Carry on that they would grow old
And he'd feel inside how it's going to be a cold, cold year
Does this feel right? Smaller things make him low, low, low
And me here I'm anyone
Outside, I know
It feels like I'm new
I laugh long and through
Now me I'm high, I'm alone, it's all I had hoped
I need this life, everything should be so bold
All the things that fall, and yet I'd speak it all
On and on and on
But me here I'm anyone
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