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Mystery Exits
05:39
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Built a pedestal so high, the drop alone could make me die
Took all my risks without reward, fought all my battles without a sword
I'm just a newborn bathed in sin, a gambler who could never win
And if that bridge is fully burned, I'm thankful for the lesson learned
Crossed that bridge, I watched it burn, I stand in line and wait my turn
Took a while to build it up, this house of cards, my stack of cups
Only took a year to fall, lost my mind and dropped the ball
And when I think about the past, I always seem to want it back.
We live in silver screens
They're spinning through our heads just like movie scenes
And what keeps us going, all these fantasies
The stagnant water in my pipe dream
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Fairweather
05:25
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Floating in a fish bowl, sinking with the lost souls
Every time I think I'm found, somebody comes and pulls me down
Drowning in your fishbowl, everybody seems to know
Every time I think you're found, you never come back around
It's all a laugh before, the morning light hits the floor
Creeps up through your door, reminds you what the nights are for
Running with a bad crowd, can't escape the black cloud
Cause' it hangs above your head now, and you don't even see how...
With every single defeat, some self-assuring deceit
Just another repeat, just another repeat
Just a vessel for the ocean floor
When it's lonely down there, don't despair
Maybe if you ever come up for air
You should know I'm the only one waiting there
Cause' I love you girl, come back to the world
Need you in my world...
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Lunar Ticks
05:32
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I'm floating around, I'm like the earth's rotation
I'm bracing myself, for a fresh source of elation
They come and they go, they stay for a while
Guilty by association, it's the lowest form of connotation
There's a bright side to everything
When you're crawling through a dark place
I'm just taking up space for now
You could try to understand it
You wouldn't get it anyhow
I wish these thoughts would fade away
I'm so damn sick of fighting my brain these days
Dreaming of leaving without a trace
A memory for time to erase
Tiny hole to patch and replace
It's all a joke whatever the case
I'll be another forgettable face
These days...
Spending my days, endless desolation
Swallowing whole, selfless deprecation
Drifting away, on a permanent vacation
Losing my soul, all my inspiration
Victim of creation, suspended animation
Constant desperation, all life's defecation
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Pale Space Plainville, Connecticut
Pale Space is
Nate Manware
Tim Dubin
Matt Folcik
Brandon Robertson
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