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Impermanent I
03:34
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impermanent, i
body and mind
when I die, leave me at the party
I’ll be alright, don’t worry for me
iiiiiiiiiiiii
a watchful eye
on me all the time
feel what it’s like, the instruments sting
my insides, such delicate things
iiiiiiiiiiiii
impermanent high,
twist the sunlight
high and dry, in the morning
i don’t ask why, there’s no arms around me
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
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The Carousel
03:07
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theres a room in this house where i levitate
its blue and it’s quiet it’s where i play
guitar, im too tired to conversate
are we alright?
there’s a doubt in this heart every now and then
gone astray from the light now i’m lookin in
to the pit of the trouble and the medicine
give me some time
i put all of my coins in the carousel
i’m not sure if you’re coming back or if you’re here still
are you cold are you alone in your bedless room
are coming back cause i’m here still
there’s part of the violet that calls to me, was it venus that gave her that amethy
i will find then in the garden persephone
the half-life
to resort to the sort of sacrifice
to be blinded, to think of you otherwise,
there were ghosts in the clouds, till i closed my eyes
it’s just butterflies
i put all of my coins in the carousel
i’m not sure if you’re coming back or if you’re here still
are you cold are you alone in your bedless room
are coming back cause i’m here still
wait, i think i made a mistake
i will find the in the garden
i won’t change, cause my life won’t wait
(what a shame to have thought of you otherwise)
and maybe i’ll be lonely
and maybe i’ll be fine
there were ghosts in the clouds till i closed my eyes it’s just butterflies
it’s just butterflies
(and maybe i’ll be lonely
i know that i’ll be fine)
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im borrowing the bed, i wish it felt worse
there’s fears to be fed and feelings to hurt
i walk for hours, to not rip out my hair
all that was ours, smoke in the air
tears of a clown,
i’m only crying, tears of a clown
i wish i was, laughing out loud
i’m only crying tears of a clown
would you lay with me awhile, my heart is alive
i wait for a smile, im covered in pride
maybe i could leave, maybe i won’t get far,
maybe i stop trying to be, everyone’s guitar
tears of a clown,
i’m only crying, tears of a clown
i wish i was, laughing out loud
i’m only crying tears of a clown
tears, tears of a clown, tears of a clown in crying, im only crying (6x)
tears of a clown
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