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openiing
00:56
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voicemaiil ft. pighati
00:48
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briar
01:59
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There's something lost
In a deep wood, overgrown
A poorly girl, her mind troubled
She's tired
Her legs are sore with briar scratches
And her heart is worn from loneliness
But she must go on, through the forest
The trees are tall, like adults used to be
And she is small, as people are
So take a walk with me, through the woods
Step through the same briar that held her blood
And wear the same scars as our beloved
And hold your head up
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4. |
glue boy
01:20
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5. |
sparkle
00:24
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firget forget behold
01:36
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When I look back on everything, I want you
Honey I know
You can't found, dance floor or otherwise
So stop shooting for the scars
who would ever want to die
Forget, forget, behold
Darling you're going to catch a cold
Standing outside as stars drive by
Pulling out my bones, I wish you were here
My girl of marrow, my boy of gore
I watch you dance, my eyelids grow lead
Suck me dry
Forget, forget, behold
Remove myself from me
I don't want this burden
Pluck out my responsibility
Spit out any chance of being like them
I always knew it'd be something new, never you
Forget, forget, I am no more
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7. |
bblowfuck
00:36
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8. |
yr dead. ft dvd
01:12
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Seven years
I forgot what you smelled like
In every prayer, I ask to see you again
Every fear of mine came true
The flowers we gave you still smell so sweet
But only in memory
I remember everything about how it ended
But I can't figure out how it was with you
Drain out my vicious thoughts
I don't want to think, if it's not of you
Smash my skull open so you can be free
Unless rot has consumed you too, within me
On a cold day in November
I played with your hair
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dawg B)
00:52
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A grid of ten people, everyone included
I shut my self through them, and harm nothing else
I suck on my shoelace and my teeth go numb
For something so sinister, who could have known
I hold your hand in the garden
My apple would never entice
And I fell away, into something I couldn't name
Your skull crumbles apart in my hands
It's been more years than I've needed
To see you again, your memory
A polaroid picture, your panties
And all I wanted was what lays beneath your hair
The sinew that connects your actions to their consequences
The blood that spills unlike everyone else's
And the kisses I wish I could give you when you forget who you are
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Bridges, the Sunken Pensacola, Florida
Bottle of beam, serrated my path.
Aka bugwong, extinguishergirl
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