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I'm lacking the motivation yet dreaming upon the shelf
Scream at tiles for breakfast within lost voices where I found myself
There's a crowd of people screaming silence inside my head
There's a room of people
C'est la Vie (Or whatever you call it)
And a gasp from the atrium
It's the glass of preservation
Broken shards in my twisted stomach
But they said hatred tastes like broken glass
There's a crowd of people screaming silence inside my head
There's a room of people
C'est la Vie (Or whatever you call it)
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Longing for tomorrow, lamenting what was yesterday's
Why, oh why is your love one hell of a drug?
Your love's one hell of a drug
Blue moon harvests are half-yield
Why can't we escape these holes we feel
Why, oh why is your love one hell of a drug?
Your love's one hell of a drug
Give me, take me, here I am
Feels like my heart's in the palm of your hand
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Watermelon Hill
02:07
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Golden flames kiss the sky
The night has come here to die
Beneath the watermelon hill the stars will bleed white for you
Until their hearts are still beneath the watermelon hill
God's in the iris of every dilated moment you would sing to me
But god is in the crossfires that burns a hole all the way through
That's what I sing that's what I bring to you
With the sunlight so blinding, the night must surely be dying
The plague is finally biding
That's one of life's pretty little lies
But God's in the iris of every dilated moment you would sing to me
But god is in the crossfires that burns a hole all the way through
That's what I sing that's what I bring to you
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