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Garageband. Pity. Or something. I wrote this a while ago and I'm still not sure the person its about understands what I'm trying to say. Woe is me.Lyrics:
you're falling, rainyou brush off atmosphere and accusation as your descent is described questions if you're sane well, you are you are yeah, you are thats where your sentence ends - this fall is no race in fact your body must be tired you must be aiming for shelter my wooden ship on the lake your people strictly run circles but they are your sisters oh and your brother tries to kill you in the light your circle path makes this run in vain as your descent is described questions if you're sane rchitec well, you are you are you are thats where your sentence ends |
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