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A reflection of our true selves only proves time and again just how much heart we've invested searching for something more. Our hesitation to love ourselves brought us hatred in the end. Will we learn from the past or will it just kill us in the end? We just needed ourselves. What we're all yearning for, what we've needed all this time was a heart of our own.
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We've Lost Beauty
01:42
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Transmission lost. The line’s been severed and I’m left here wondering what could have been true friendship, all working towards something more. In the wake of silence, all the things I wish I’d said. For all the inspiration and the hurt left therein. And sometimes this reminds me to never lose connection. And sometimes this reminds me to just let go, to never ever let you go. It never gets any easier losing you.
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Our Form Of Closure
04:58
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Our tendencies to burn bridges won't keep us warm this time. The past was left rotting in our lungs, buried in time. As was our future with faded hands, with faded hearts. I relied on friendly fire to guide my way anywhere but here. I tried to reassemble the pieces of every shattered hope and broken dream and if the warmth between fraying hands shall fade, so must the memories of every better day. I'll scream these words of hearth and home, of hurt and distance. Forever longing. Jag saknar dig när det är som kallast. I just wanted to bridge the gaps between the traces we left in the sand and the lines in the palms of our hands. It was all to make you feel less alone.
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Gravesend
03:40
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it shouldn't feel like abandoning
like I'm giving up
when I'm home it feels like I'm visiting a grave
the grass turned to concrete on the other side
and it was too hard to break my fall
you were always away from home
I can't sleep, I turn the television on and I can't understand a word
you were always away from home
and those phone calls back don't give you the comfort that they should
you were always away from home
sure, I've got some friends but they're hundreds of miles away
the shock wore off, they've moved on and they don't visit anymore
it feels like waking up in the middle of traffic
I have nothing but a dial tone on the other end of the line
and that ringing in my ears is deafening
and that ringing in my ears will never understand how badly I miss everything I had
I'd like to know what I'm running away from
I'd like to know why I'm retreating from everything I love
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Sycamore
02:48
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Time passes like the sound of midnight trains. Our dormant days stagnate and fade. Hinged but hanging as memories drift. Distant homes and far off friends blur together once again. Holding my breath, waiting for us to reach the end of all things to come. Holding onto those final days, reminiscent of all things that come and go. Memories are just the same as ghosts.
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