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Lovely Life (21 Days)
00:52
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It's been a lovely life
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Morning Eyes
04:31
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the constant tug of accusations, contradicts my visions for who I want to become. I might be feeling hurt if there were anything left to feel. apathetic against this servitude. shut my eyes put it out of my mind til' the morning. I'll wake up all too soon for a short commute and six more cups of coffee. in that one fleeting moment everything is alright with the world, then I'll wake up realize where I am, and the worries and the worries return.
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Republic
04:02
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it's been a week since the ash cloud settled the remnants stain the town. we went back to collect what we left they called it an accident. we knew better we were the spark that took it all up in flames. the professionals could not stop this amateur display. the idealist's days are over but the future is bright again. I am omega I am the end to all this pain knowing soon we'll all fade away.
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Grey Ships / Interlude
03:46
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these few fleeting moments are the ones that I live for. these few meaningless words will shape will shape our futures. go now to the horizon grey ships await you there. these few meaningless words will shape our futures. tonight we'll be out on the road, we'll be free again. tonight we'll sleep under the stars, we'll be free again. free again! free again!
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St. Petersburg
04:40
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we watched the stars go out like candles in the breeze, think not of how we died or by whose hand, trinity square will be the last to fall, covered in ashes of buildings once so tall. long gone from here we've become memories. forgotten by so many please remember us now. think of us how we were when we were home. this place was just a thought. we were happy. a city, our home, my heart and my life have all burned down; now we’re spiders crawling sideways, making homes in cracked concrete walls. hope's a hacking cough from smoky lungs, joy's bird in flight blocked by the sun. I’ve lost track of the dates, but I can’t forget the names of those I pray are still alive. when the winter passes will we even care? when the winter passes, will we face ourselves? am I a failure, or is this something even I can't save? I’ll never know if it’s too late, I’ll never know how we earned this fate; I’ll never know, I’ll never know, and I will never let this go.
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the Dirty Thirties West Milford, New Jersey
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