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New Ordeals
03:54
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Remember rolling in, water pouring in, this place was built to last
My fear was taking over, you could see it in my eyes
And normally adapting takes a while, but when my feet they hit the ground…I felt fine
My fear was running out, you could see it in my smile
And normally adapting takes a while, but when my feet they hit the ground, I came ‘home’
Still filtering, the poisons left within
But i'm free from sin, after one to many long nights on smokes and gin
I’m left within I’m left within
I’m on the porch again, six feet in
I’m with some friends
Like a fresh memory I’ve lost track of, it comes fading in like sirens over sea
Like a fresh memory I’ve lost track of, it comes fading in like music in the street
Ever so clear, it was ever so clear, ever so clear
I’m on the porch again, six feet in
I’m with some friends, watching sun roll in
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Cracks
04:00
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I see the cracks in the corner, and i feel like painting
But the cold kept me from breathing
Motionless, why even bother
By the time I got up, my ambition was underwater
You said you had it all
I was sure I had it all
You said you had it all
I’m sure I had it all
My ceiling crumbles, under the weight of my callousness
Sick of trying to climb out of this
I’d rather lay down, quiet and
watch the world resolve it’s own mess
my one ambition is...
to have ambition, but...
I think I'm suffering
from an undisclosed condition
I thought you had it all
You said you had it all
I thought you had it all
You said you had it all
All I’ve got is what ifs
What if you’ve gotten up from your ass, taken a chance, raised all-in and dealt the hand
my one ambition is...
to have ambition, but...
i think i'm suffering
from an undisclosed condition
Well all I’ve got is what ifs
What if I hadn’t been passive
Raised all in and dealt hand
Raised all in and made some better plans
Well all I’ve got is what ifs
What if I hadn’t been passive
Raised all in and dealt the hand
Gotten up from my ass and made better plans
Well I’ve made a better plan
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Underwater
03:52
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Underwater, the less and less I know
Under pressure the more and more it shows
In denial for 700 odd days
Slowly the time, chisels away at your palisades
And it unveils your face
Show me your face
And it unveils your face
Show me your true face
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