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Way Past Three
02:42
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Late night manic
Up n’ your spent
Your picking the stars not like they’ll burn through your hands
Blood on the pavement
Your licking the floor
You’ve never felt freedom like the dream you adore
Eyes rolled back
Time went quicker
No speed
Just your bones now thinner
No thoughts
Coz your brain weren’t fed
Eyes are rolling
Are we dead?
Told myself I’d be back by three
Sold my soul for a fantasy
Fell n tripped now i’ve slipped away
Into a world that was made for me
Now your crying here in the corner
Pray for you because you can’t find your wallet
Sold your soul for a fantasy
And now it’s way past three
Now your finally finding the tracks
There’s something heavy clinging onto your back
Turn around for the mediation
Your finding yourself your the infestation
Your shouting but in a trapped in a bubble
You try to move but your knees hit the rubble
Would they see what you want them to see
You promise this is part of the dream
It’s just a fantasy
Told myself I’d be back by three
Sold my soul for a fantasy
Fell n tripped now I've slipped away
Into a world that was made for me
But now your crying here in the corner
Pray for you because you can’t find your wallet
Sold your soul for a fantasy
And now it’s way past three
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Mirrors
03:27
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To the centre of the city where my mind breaks waiting for you
Where the room starts spinning you’re the vortex swallow the truth
And you can’t keep calling my name if it’s out of your mind
And I can’t keep owning these sins like there sins of mine
So when the moonlight hits the sign it’s a sign of reflection
When these mirrors speak my mind it’s a lost direction
To the centre of my guilt there’s a framed picture of you
A small distraction from north east petting zoos
Well the names on the wall tell a different story, my heart goes out to the ones before me
Oh this city really speaks its truth
So when the moonlight hits the sign its a sign of reflection
When these mirrors speak my mind it’s a lost direction
Oh when the moonlight hits the signs
Well the names on the wall tell a different story
My heart goes out to the ones before me
So when the moonlight hits the sign its a sign of reflection
When these mirrors speak my mind it’s a lost direction
Oh when the moonlight hits the sign its a sign of reflection
When these mirrors speak my mind it’s a lost direction
Oh when the moonlight hits the sign its a sign of reflection
When these mirrors speak my mind it’s a lost direction
Oh when the moonlight hits the sign its a sign of reflection
When these mirrors speak my mind it’s a lost direction
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