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where I'm gonna be I struggle to remember that
but then a memory will buckle if I call it back
it warps and it fades like it's Photoshopped
it knows a lot, but doesn't want to talk it out
it will close up like rejecting a proposal
take the ring back on my lonesome
lone it some cash I'll be coming to collet
so I recall to forget
(forget)
dwell on whatever is left
(forget)
swell at the top of my neck
(forget)
fell it all filling with dread
(yeah)
yeah, so I recall to forget
what I start something you better bet
I'm gonna forget where I was going with it
when I finish something you better bet
I'll never regret a thing because I'm learning from it
(forget)
dwell on whatever is left
(forget)
swell at the top of my neck
(forget)
fell it all filling with dread
(yeah)
yeah, so I recall to forget
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shuffle is music whiplash
so please fucking break my neck
I'm light headed and I'm walking on gelatine
my knees are running out of cartilage
I will take a hard pass
on anything that isn't a sin
cardinal I would like to die as I have lived
forever tired of the state I am in
breathe it in
(breathe in, breathe out)
slow me down
(breathe in, breathe out)
coquina clutch submission hold
(breathe in, breathe out)
to choke me out
(breathe in)
suplex me until my back
cracks in 300 fucking pieces
spartan kick me into the sun
this is madness, this is genius
breathe it in
(breathe in, breathe out)
slow me down
coquina clutch submission hold
to choke me out
breathe it in
(breathe in, breathe out)
slow me down
(breathe in, breathe out)
coquina clutch submission hold
(breathe in, breathe out)
to choke me out
(breathe in)
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bad circulation
03:39
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cold hands, warm grasp
I am getting attached that's
how I react to a balancing act
tempt my temperature back
to glass then pass
on the fiction that I'm calm
like it's fact
my heart will patter on like
my palms are sheets of ice
my fingers stalactites
how on earth can you abide
my frozen, sodden vice
as the sweat drips in your grip
these words drip from your lips
cold hands mean a warm heart
well my circulation's shit
my heart will patter on like
I'm far past my prime
I can't stray from the limelight
my heart will patter on like
I'm far past my prime
I can't stray from my fucking pride
my heart will patter on like
my heart will patter on like
I'm far past my prime
I can't stray from the limelight
my heart will patter on like
it's not the place or time
I can't swallow my fucking pride
my heart will patter on like
the acting's distracting the mind
and the reaction to fashion is blind
my heart will patter on like
I try so hard
to be kind
my heart will patter on
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100 years
the whole world has changed from when
I can't remember, it's stuck in my head but
the pictures will remind me
I'm a boy with a sword in whom she believes
but she's scared
I will show her that I am here
the voice in the distance will whisper
the blood moon rises
could you hurry it up a bit
I be having enough of this
calamity
could you hurry it up a bit
(please be careful)
I be having enough of this
calamity
(please be careful)
please be careful
save me before
the blood moon falls
please be careful
despite all the evil around me
the calamity infecting the entire countryside
I'm relaxed here
gonna climb up a tree and watch the deer
gonna jump of a cliff but do not fear
I will fly I will soar
eat a mushroom skewer
and find my friends
in the four corners of the world and with your help we can save her
could you hurry it up a bit
(please be careful)
I be having enough of this
calamity
(please be careful)
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don't you dare fucking sit still or contemplate your sick will
you think too loudly, you think too much
keep yourself fucking busy, shoot some fucking Nazis
it's all so heavy, just do something
and I can't take it
I'm spending to long just fucking thinking about shit
just fucking do something
my skin is heavy and my blood is warm
my brain is thinking of all the thoughts
stare at the wall, the future stares back
this room is so bored of me
my skin is heavy and I am too warm
my brain is thinking of all of the thoughts
stare at the wall, the future stares back
this room is so bored of me
I am over-tired and my brain is over-wired
I need to cut so fucking cords today
my blood is getting fizzy and my head's all in a tizzy
here's some interrupting funk
it's time to panic for the third time today
constant consistence's
I feel like I've forgot something
put me up for rent
one bath, two bed
slap a little paint here and there
this room is so bored of me
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Lynskey recommends:
Attempts at Understanding
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big love for these folks x
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by OORYA
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