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Strange Rooms
04:34
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You said they always fizzle out or
You’re head over heels about them
But the warmest touch you’ll give to me
Is as cold as the northern mountains
Head goes down, eyes look up over
Your brand new glasses
Did you want me to write about you?
Well, here I am
So good to know that you belong to another,
I’m the fool who saw you as the jester
Antagonism evades your donning,
Is replaced by a miserable longing
Still I want you bad and you want me too
Though I can’t for the life of me find proof
Did you want me to hurt about you?
Well, here I am
You assume I am angry, well, maybe I’m not
But my ears are getting hot
Yeah my face has turned crimson
But it’s due to the light
That reflects off your ginger locks
And you’re not here in my sheets
I just keep ending up involved
In strange rooms with other men’s girls
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Black Wine
06:22
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Heaven's Sway
06:47
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On an ocean building rooftop, once placid the sea is so violent now
I’m getting a bit too close the edge
I can’t control my position, it’s too deep
My toes can’t even reach
And with a howl, a scream
Tidal wave
Beckoning
Tidal Wave
Reckoning
There’s a space between the building and the shore
Of rock and mangled concrete
Three dozen people bobbing wild like loose buoys
I collect our fear, now airborne
The descent feels so long
And with a crash, a boom
Tidal Wave
Reckoning
Tidal wave
Beckoning
How?
My face is hot upon the rock
A white sandy hue stuck on you
I can hear them, I can hear all writhe in pain
But I can’t move or I won’t move to look at you
Heaven is over
Heaven is over
Heaven is over this cairn
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Old Hair Mine
04:32
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Old hair mine
Brown, grey, black
Dead it has always been
And yet it still grows long
Doses mine
Seem to swell
Used to be so small
My how they’ve taken life of their own
We own a house smothered by the avalanche
Three tries to get you out but it didn’t work
And your arm came off and you bled black dirt
Oh take me back
Room is wet
Outside wretched has invited itself in
I’ve never had a good defense
I welcome pain
The bay was dark
A man rode his waverunner
Straight into the storm and we watched in awe
As the angry eye tore his body apart
Oh take me back
Just like a newborn plague
Washing over me
Spawned in the back on the bottom of the basement that we never had
Is anything real?
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Every Thing Ever
07:44
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Rebound
That's all I was
No there’s low hope for
Someone like Zachary Dennis
And when the world is gone
I won’t be sad nor glad
My skin is see-through now and forever more
I choose to transcend
Say what you will
Your words are still energy and that affects me
I think I know what you think but I’ve been strong
I don’t call and I won’t beg
Walking behind you
It’s a task
You can’t seem to pick a speed
And some of us move a bit too fast
Sometimes I get angry for no reason
Follow me
Break away
I go out every night just to see you as a ghost
You’re not out or you're anywhere but here
What a joke we’d rekindle naturally
Oh it’s bullshit and you know it
But I am every thing ever
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