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Taiga - Little Brothers
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Brutal boy leaves you battered and bruised
these days things just don't work quite like they used to
but know that i'm still breathing and seeking for you
cities burn for girls like you, love
but don't fear, cause I'm the big guns that hope comes from
and i've been making the bed for him to lie in
Just take my hand and forget what he said
For his heart is small and I unbind you from it
I really need you now to see
That you my dear are no longer just a sheep
Let's leave these liars on their knees
where they can live alone where nothing is ever quite what it seems
Drown in the story like it's already mourning
No longer draining and dry you don't have to cover your eyes
And then we'll stand side by side and prove to the world we're alive
Now is the time to flee the scene with me
I'll turn you inside out to extract the shame you're feeling now
Just another hit & run, but this time the joke's on him
Just take my hand and forget what he said
For his heart is small and I unbind you from it
I really need you now to see
That you my dear are no longer just a sheep
Let's leave these liars on their knees
where they can live alone where nothing is quite what it seems
You're a city too bright to be held that tight
You're a city too bright to be held that tight
You're a city too bright to be held that tight
You're a city too bright, a city too bright
I really need you now to see
That you my dear are no longer just a sheep
Let's leave these liars on their knees
where they can live alone
I really need you now to see
That you my dear are no longer just a sheep
Let's leave these liars on their knees
where they can live alone where nothing is quite what it seems
Cause you my dear You're a city too bright to be held that tight
Cause you my dear You're a city too bright to be held that tight
You are a city that's too bright, too bright to be held that tight
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Darling, you are a papercut on the eyeball of my world.
Darling, I'll be the frostbite when the cold starts feeling warm.
Darling, you are the hangnail on the finger that I'm raising.
Darling, I'll be the shadow that you are always chasing.
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It was the first time that I’d been in town
Since we laid our brother in the ground
The bar we met at soon calmed down,
Or we grew more deaf with every round
But liquor couldn’t stop one sound,
That awful ripping, tearing down
Of a future that realizes now
He’s in the ground
He’s in the ground
He’s in the ground
And our friends complain, “You two have changed.
Your faces always look the same.
It’s in the way you fake the pleasure and the pain.”
I drain the ocean or I sift it out
I form a deluge or I trickle down
It all feels like shit inside my mouth
And looks the same out on the ground
Because I have no tape to wrap around
And measure the hurt that I have found
In the dark, damp parts of my gangrene heart
Where every word must find its sound
And my friends complain, “We know you’ve changed.
Your voice, it always sounds the same.
It’s in the way you fake the pleasure and pain.”
Because I have no tape to wrap around
And measure the hurt that I have found
In the dark, damp parts of my gangrene heart
Where every word must find its sound
I said, I have no tape to wrap around
And measure the hurt that I have found
In the dark, damp parts of my goddamn heart
Where every word must find its sound
And our friends complain, “You two have changed.
Your faces always look the same.
It’s in the way you fake the pleasure and the pain.”
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Jordin Baas - Graveyard.
04:06
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my heart is a graveyard.
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Decker - Cashing In
03:39
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