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Like glass shattering in a clean break
This is the art of a mistake And we were like kids with a shotgun Blowing up words till there were none And maybe i'm too young I thought that i could destroy it Aimed shot and fired Missed the target But you keep coming abck Hand me fractured words through the lens of time And some things cant be burned Even when they yurn to die |
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what is this weariness that waits for you shrug
you press your ankle against my arm this is the pressure that i love you always recommended it could be the door could be the phone for any intent or purpose your not home your up against the wall no real impression like breath on glass ive got the apple in me too people are bluer then they ever imagined they might be looking through the boxes in the basement who were you then your restlessness is emptier then the room we used to live in here's wishing you the best the rest is always better left unsaid |
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what is this weariness that waits for you shrug
you press your ankle against my arm this is the pressure that i love you always recommended it could be the door could be the phone for any intent or purpose your not home your up against the wall no real impression like breath on glass ive got the apple in me too people are bluer then they ever imagined they might be looking through the boxes in the basement who were you then your restlessness is emptier then the room we used to live in here's wishing you the best the rest is always better left unsaid |
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Like glass shattering in a clean break
This is the art of a mistake And we were like kids with a shotgun Blowing up words till there were none And maybe i'm too young I thought that i could destroy it Aimed shot and fired Missed the target But you keep coming abck Hand me fractured words through the lens of time And some things cant be burned Even when they yurn to die |
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what is this weariness that waits for you shrug
you press your ankle against my arm this is the pressure that i love you always recommended it could be the door could be the phone for any intent or purpose your not home your up against the wall no real impression like breath on glass ive got the apple in me too people are bluer then they ever imagined they might be looking through the boxes in the basement who were you then your restlessness is emptier then the room we used to live in here's wishing you the best the rest is always better left unsaid |
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what is this weariness that waits for you shrug
you press your ankle against my arm this is the pressure that i love you always recommended it could be the door could be the phone for any intent or purpose your not home your up against the wall no real impression like breath on glass ive got the apple in me too people are bluer then they ever imagined they might be looking through the boxes in the basement who were you then your restlessness is emptier then the room we used to live in here's wishing you the best the rest is always better left unsaid |
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