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MouseDeer
03:40
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Blameless secret doe,
Gift me the secret life.
The woods breath no words,
Where is it that you go?
no body or soul knows.
Where is it that you go?
no body or soul knows.
How sacred is idleness
when i’m on my own.
Let my existence be endangered
for in solitude, i’m least alone.
Take pleasure in wilderness
where i’m on my own.
Let my existence be fables
in solitude, i’m least alone.
Blameless secret doe,
The forest echoes your mettle,
your mettle, your mettle.
A delicate stare.
My naked soul you bare.
A delicate stare.
My naked soul you bare.
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Simple Kind Of Life
03:38
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Leave. Leave me alone.
I can’t take the intensity
of what you want me to be.
Run. Running away.
Steal from the world,
To a place unseen, unheard.
Always stir the clouds out of the coffee
Keep your heart under lock and key.
Oh, there’s method in the madness,
cause all i wanted was a simple kind of life.
Oh, there’s something in the sadness,
that leaves me wanting for a simple kind of life.
Leave. Don't leave me forlorn.
i’m done being broken
i’ll keep my hands in my pockets, hands in my pockets.
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Granite
02:54
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A heart made of stone
Warm to the touch but rest assure that it is broken in the core.
A wheel beyond control
It’s not an excuse but in reality an apology to the soul.
Lost in their fracture habit
come what may, they carve and chip away
Oh i, never wanted it this way.
Oh i, never wanted it this way.
Maps tear to shreds
Somewhere between the swamps and the bottom of a bottle lives regret
Wheels turn or break,
We all forget how much fearful wonder we do make.
Lost in your fracture habit
come what may, resist the weathering
Oh i, never wanted it this way.
Oh i, never wanted it this way.
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Maybe Yesterday
02:08
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What day is it?
Maybe yesterday.
A yesterday where shadows of the afternoon shift its weight in moody tantrums.
A yesterday where my dependence on love’s fiction remains chronic.
A yesterday where the forgotten forgets its form.
A yesterday where paradoxes parade to prove it’s beauty ironic.
A yesterday whispering to me secrets to a hidden map:
i. Take pleasure in simple indulgences
ii. Feed NOT feast on a healthy serving of self-loathing
iii. Always stir the clouds out of the coffee
iv. Desire for an endangered existence
v. Live a story made for fables
vi. And never forget to honour the sanctity of fruitful idleness.
What day is it?
Maybe yesterday.
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Dust That Moves
05:28
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I know i can live on my own,
base my life on truth's foretold about me.
You know i can see through your soul
based on fables they've sold about you.
Crawl into bed with me, dear
Come, let me soak in your atmosphere.
Who am i?
When i'm with you
i don't recognize
this flesh that molds to suit you.
I know i can turn away,
base all my call on wisdom and logic.
But you know that somehow i'd fray
based on how my dependence of love is chronic
Jump into the quarries, my dear
Come, let me swim in your ocean of fears
Who am i?
When i'm with you
I don't recognize / i can't reconcile
this flesh that molds to suit you. / how this vessel accommodates to you
All that survives is dust that moves
All that survives if not me, not you.
All that survives is dust that moves
All that survives if not me, not you.
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Xin
00:10
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Breakbone
03:26
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What do i know about forgiveness?
I tread the surface for an answer.
What do i know about forgiveness?
When it’s a matter of survival.
We are not, one in the same.
It’s not my blood in your veins.
Still water runs deep,
Find me stricken in a state of sleep.
Still water runs deep,
Pride will be the death of you & me.
You & me.
What do i know about bitterness?
I search the skies for an answer.
What do i know about bitterness?
When anger anchors down your secrets.
We are not, one in the same.
It’s not your blood in my veins.
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