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Estranged
03:05
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Will this feel so estranged
When we meet back up again
Everything left unspoken, deranged past, present, future tense
Well I have come to terms, with life, love and losing shit,
It's just all the same
It's all the same, It'll never change
It will remain the same, and I doubt it will ever change
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2. |
Melting faces
03:28
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Barefoot through the sand, to the hotel and back again
This train seems closer than it should be, but I don't seem to fuckin' care
My friend he's all alone, he's pointing at the sky and calling it home
All alone, reaching for the sky, grasping clouds as they come nearby
I'm seein' red, I'm seein' red
from all you said
These melting faces, like undead
I'm seein red, I'm seeing red
My friend's painting, well it never seems to end
And as I'm rolling through the sand, I'm trying to comprehend,
the grains as they leave my hands
All alone
I'm seein' red, I'm seein' red
from all you said
These melting faces, like undead
I'm seein red, I'm seeing red
And when you're sure it's over and done with, it comes all up again
I'm seein' red, I'm seein' red
from all you said
These melting faces, like undead
I'm seein red, I'm seeing red
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3. |
In line
02:32
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Just another suit in line, waiting for his fall
Nothing but a man striving to give his all
He feels his soul, slowly, departing
Leaving him in pain, as thoughts fade away
If only he had know, the wrongs before
Sorrow, doubt, wouldn't haunt him anymore
A troubled soul, a broken man
A friend without a thorough plan
Wandering alone, sit and drink at home
Thinking about life and how shit went wrong
He lifts his head, get's up goes along
He'll find a way
If only he had know, the wrongs before
Sorrow, doubt, wouldn't haunt him anymore
A troubled soul, a broken man
A friend without a thorough plan
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