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Patterns
02:46
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We bleed sunlight.
Color blasts burst outside.
We feel like moving,
But I feel like,
These patterns that crush,
And colors I crave,
They look so pretty.
They've taken too much,
There's some I might save,
'Cause they look so pretty.
I need some life.
I'm moth and rust inside.
I feel like moving.
Yeah, I feel like,
These patterns that crush,
And colors I crave,
They look so pretty.
They've taken too much,
There's some I might save,
'Cause they look so pretty.
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2. |
I Caught Fire
03:41
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I suppose,
Yeah, I reckon,
I might be out of stone.
So just break it,
And make it out of clay.
It's the only thing I can ever make.
So just taste it and frame it.
"Does it pay?"
That's the only thing,
That they ever say,
That's how you'll be alone.
That's how I caught fire,
Just to break the other way.
So just break the other way.
That's how I caught fire,
Just to break the other way.
So just break the other way.
I suppose,
Yeah, I bet when we met,
Was likely stoned.
So just break me,
And make me out clay.
It's the only shape I can ever take.
So just taste me,
And frame me,
Do I pay?
That's the only thing
That you ever said.
That's how you'll be alone.
That's how I caught fire,
Just to break the other way.
So just break the other way.
That's how I caught fire,
Just to break the other way.
So just break the other way.
I wanna get out.
I wanna go outside.
Don't wanna give up,
Unless it's all my pride.
I've missed you so much,
And for so much time.
But I can't keep lyin'.
'Cause that's how I caught fire,
Just to break the other way.
So just break the other way.
That's how I caught fire,
Just to break the other way.
So just break the other way.
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3. |
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I made a mistake,
With my rotting body.
I watch,
Knowing I devour every hour,
Wishing I could stay,
And power through this walk,
Just another block.
I fought the night owls,
But they walk,
Me back into the darkest towns.
I want a night out,
That song,
That plays me as I shuffle out.
I made a mistake,
With my rotting body.
And oh,
Yeah I don't wanna wait,
And fuss until my body breaks,
And oh,
What I could never say,
All dribbles out through smoke and haze.
And so,
I slip out,
And sink into the softest space.
And oh,
Yeah I don't wanna make,
A move until next Saturday,
Next Saturday.
I fought the night owls,
But they walk,
Me back into the darkest towns.
I want a night out,
That song,
That plays me as I shuffle out.
I made a mistake,
With my rotting body.
I watch,
Knowing I devour every hour,
Wishing I could stay,
And power through this walk,
Just another block.
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