I've been led on
To think that we've been
Trying for too
(Christophe Hermant/Philippe Mazure)
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Five days after black and red collide
The motion sickness past,
It's hard for me to say what I want from
You
Fall, fall out of trees into the street on my
First floor people
I?ll take my place among the throngs
Everyone reading
One more day down these stairs
His room is cold now
You look good but you don?t look great
She?s got you
When I woke up, I couldn?t feel my arms
They felt
All those arrows you threw, you threw them away
You kept
This space is tight, I?m running out of air
And for
Tuesday came and I feigned happy
I?m so lonely here
This thing
I?ve separated my life from truth
This cold air taste real
I?ve
bugs, bugs, bugs
keep coming up
theres nothing there to stop it
ooo
bugs,
with your hardware your almost new
with my eyes closed your
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