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Animos
03:23
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If all I am is a bastardized cause, what can we call you? We'll hum along but the words get lost and tossed and tossed around. Knowledge like an ocean, understanding like a child. I'm not even in love with the words that escape my lips, yet there is courage left in my fingertips. And it's hard for me not to think I could be anything but a child again, there are things I could run from. But I'd rather just sleep in, I made a list of things to do and people to see, the stage, the crowd, they memorized every word. They memorized every word you wrote down, late at night when you should be asleep, many years studying the books that say why we can't be alone. Is this a detour in the journey or am I lost at sea? Just keep a place in your home for me, please keep a place in your home for me. If all I am is a sailor's mouth, how do I say what I mean when I mean you're the strength I need? Where was the peace I had that day when you said that you cried with me? Well, is this a detour in the journey or am I lost at sea? Please keep a place in your home for me. I feel like I can stand now, I think that I can speak. You're the song I could never write, but I need to keep singing.
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Superbia; Fides
04:10
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have pride, I have faith, I have all of these things that I've left to replace. Does all we do have an existential purpose or are we all just clawing in our books? I've seen my friends grow from seeds into blossoms and the realization: life is heavier than it looks. Take your pictures down, they do little more than show your face in different angles. For vanity, for attention. I swear, they won't build monuments in honor of your egos. Great men before us have had such great hope with the cables and wires that grow from our hands. They've fed us lies about all of our intelligence and how high and how tall we think we stand. The past is just your two cents that you offer to my eyes and the things that I think I see are the things that let me know I'm alive. I have pride, I have faith, I have all of these things that I've left to replace. You borrow quotes from the throats of unadulterated men, then rip out the price tag and repackage what is left. Well, we're not worthy of the slime that you hurl, because all that wordy pantomime is all you've got in the world. We feed our lips with kisses, nicotine, and the bitter bottles but nothing quite satisfies like the business models and we'll kick the chair with flailing looks of disappointment, but twist your grip around my neck to make this life less poignant. I have pride, I have faith, I have all of these things that I've left to replace. The past is just your two cents that you offer to my eyes and the things that I think I see are the things that let me know I'm alive.
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Ignis
03:20
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Forecast: head in hands. Nobody built the ship with the storms in mind. Nobody, but who thinks the worst with their heads held high? High expectations, higher held hopes. For now this is my resting place. This is where I'll decompose and try to stitch myself back up. How do I always breathe in air and out fire? I don't believe that this is me, but the evidence is piling and the reflections clearer. Well, here's another song about perseverance and all those things I make myself believe, but sometimes the leaves, they crumble up and die. Forecast, with my head in hands. Wish I could find the strength to run away or stand. I understand is all I could say the day you called me up and said its better this way. Does it terrify? Does this make you squirm? If at all, do you feel any remorse? How do I always breathe in air and out fire? I don't believe that this is me, but the evidence is piling and the reflections clearer. Well, here's another song about perseverance and all those things I make myself believe, but I believe.
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Pruna
03:35
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I'll keep begging you for what I need. It's not the time or place for this, but I am gone beyond belief. It's the tendency to break down, it's the life I knew I had, it's the way I knew I had everything and now I'm just a man. I'm doing all I can. Well, I'm trying. I've been trying so hard to find the words you wanted to hear, without knowing that you wanted them at all. Do you hear me at all? I'll call you when the time is right to tell you that I'm losing my mind and all I wanted to do was make this world a little better for us both. I just hate feeling this way, but I just can't pull myself out of this place. Please just don't leave me by myself. The silence is the hardest part. It's the still of the winter cold that's wearing out my apathy and all those things I used to run from. I can't run at all. I'll call you when the time feels right, I'll tell you all those things that I left behind like my sanity and the ability to sleep. I just hate feeling this way, but I just can't pull myself out of this place. Please just don't leave me by myself. The silence is the hardest part. I've done all I can and all you see is a hollow man. And I'm trying to go home but can't alone.
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