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Peace of Things
03:32
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lullabye goodbye and i am much too much
i'll try to figure out what you it be
and you wanted to be
how we want it to be
pull up tight
restless eyes
bring you home
truth to come
easy as i'm breathing for the pretty little ones
peace of things i want to see it differently
and someone whispered everything is meaningless
if you want it to be
and you it to be
how we wanted to be
pull up right
restless eyes
i'll bring you home
truth to come
easy as i'm breathing for the pretty little ones
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Cinnamon + Crucifix
04:17
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glass bells adorn my holiday
yr fragile face of hopefulness
time moves you leave it's destiny
but you forgot yr vitae
yeah, yr little flame
i don't believe it's real
in my little game
yeah, my little flame
not me
immerse yourself in tragedy
it's time you leave
a terrible beauty
beauty is born
pretty, my sweet, don't talk to me
you'll find someday it's not easy
i don't believe it's real
in my little game
i don't believe you're real
in my little game
yeah, my little flame
not me
my blossom has just come and gone
it's time you leave
a terrible beauty is born
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Friend of Mine
03:59
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friends are good when people turn
i strike a match to see the truth
yeah, you were good for one or two
i changed for me so couldn't you too
it was darker then and our hearts sang
i'd love to be yr only, kid
friend of mine the game has changed
to balls of fire and stories now
the easy give and take that takes it all in the end
that part of fate you say will lay your body down
you scratch unfold and cover it close
it's not romance it's falling down
you count the stars and laugh outloud
you call me numb i call you blind
friend of mine the game has changed
to balls of fire and stories now
the easy give and take that takes it all in the end
that part of fate you say will lay your body down
you love the night so well
but darling, it's morning
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Got the Time
03:23
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the panic has passed i think i'll stay in bed today
with the whiskey in a flask and some dreams to keep me awake
there's comfort in surrender like i don't really have to breathe
so let it wait until tomorrow and today will be easy
i know you got a broken heart watching all of this
you cradle me close say that i can't lose
but i just keep on slipping
well that's fine
i think i got the time
there's a song that keeps me whole when i've fallen to pieces
your drug's your belief. me i'll have to take the pain
so we'll drink until the morning you can catch the next train
i know you got heavy hearts watching all of this
my delusions are strong and my feelings all wrong
and i just keep on slipping
well that's fine
i think i got the time
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Halo
03:42
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i don't think so my little halo
got a dress just for lying
and you dance for the panicked kids though
i can't relax with you around
medication. you can taste them
yeah, that's why you laugh when they're sad
you're a doll so check your pulse
i'd rather be forgotten than be lost as you
like a colder doll
princess of the fall
hey, the colors and crimes have been good to you
julia, i thought i was good then you came to me
and time is the devil's way now
time is the devil's playground
oh my
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