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Good Will Blunting
01:54
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Four AM with the windows down
Singing along to "Songs To Stay Home To" while I'm out
Lately it feels like the walls I wish would lift me up just hold me back
But I still sigh relief when I see them standing there
Maybe that's me
Shouting lies from a cliff
Maybe,
I guess that's home
What happens
When I get there
All awkward words spent
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Donald Darkness
01:50
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I don't find it weird to be speechless
I find it hard to find the right words to say about anything
Compilations of false starts and dead ends
A tutorial on how not to feel like shit
All you need is one good fit
But they won't tell you where to find it
Different garbage in the same spot
Another thorn I can not stand to pull out
Different walls whisper the same words
That's how i know it's time to get out
Get out
What's better motivation than
A conversation with the south wall of a brick house
That convinced me things will never be the same
And I don't hope that they will be
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James, Master Of Bees
02:02
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Good fortune come your way
pass it on
Let it fade away
Who says it's important to feel important
Every day
Every night you swear at something
Is it God or is it nothing?
Is there a difference?
And does it matter if there isn't?
I used to pray for snow days
Anything to make life slow down
But now everything is standing still
And all I wanna do is run
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I’m running out of guys to spill
But I don’t feel empty for once
I’m tired of slowing down to recollect
It’s making me restless
Can't hold on to sleep too long
I wish I wouldn't shake my heavy thoughts awake
But what’s the point of changing when
New years, they'll grow old too
Old wounds still ache when they want to
This feeling will be another thing I forget
What's the point of goal planning
If I can't follow straight lines
What's the point of breath wasting
If i can't tell you I'm fine
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Reminiscing
On a point i made to myself
But forgot the phrasing used
Something about not wanting to want to go back
But I cant help that
Intrusive thoughts I invite in on a cold night
Not trying too hard to hide ourselves in clear view
Trapped inside television light
Theme songs sing us snap shots
Of memories drowned out at 12 am
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Acquiescence Of Emril
02:08
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Sometimes growing up doesn't mean growing better
Sorting shit out doesn't mean you won't die faster
So I don't have a problem letting some problems be problems
These fears
A million tiny voices in the back of my head
A constant reminder to forget
Everything I've ever said
I'll force these pieces
Together again and again
Until we're stable
Until everything perfectly fits
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Octavius Rex Hamilton Township, New Jersey
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