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norma shearer
05:49
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2. |
fire is out
03:06
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stories fall from higher places
upon glowing younger faces, shout
"put the fire out!"
reading warm obituaries
dampened from the monastery's clout
now the fire is out.
thorns may prick but roses look so nice
liquored up from old champagne on ice
I'd deny it thrice
barren cobs on broken tables
carved a niche on access cable hour
holy minds devour
calling for assassinations
everyone must face the nation's power
you heathen minds have soured
thorns may prick but roses look so nice
liquored up from old champagne on ice
i'm the antichrist
thorns may prick but roses look so nice
liquored up from old champagne on ice
I've sore eyes for sight
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3. |
sofía
04:00
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4. |
know
02:26
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5. |
i am [pt. 1: nothing]
03:33
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[in] control
02:49
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you're not in control
you're not in me
fascinating!
making my head ring
a fraction of our thoughts were left unsaid
wrap them all up in a letter
calmly running away
stealing thoughts from inside
color makes us whole
holding on forever
in the silent statue of your soul
I could never end up in control
illumination leads you on your way
now I'm gone...please get better
calmly running away
stealing hope from inside
color keeps us whole
just holding on...forever.
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