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Heartstrings
03:23
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It's not a question of religion. It's just a thing that is tearing us apart since you don't know when to stop or start.
And I'm sorry. But not sorry.
You're pulling at my heartstrings by referencing our family and how they're ashamed of my beliefs.
Or my complete lack of any...
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The Doorman
04:40
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Too often it seems that the doorman comes knocking. And his visits will steal me away from you.
This life seems so shallow. Like working in the gallows. Delivered by a steel bird. My life's prewritten last word.
Searching for the sun through this cloud cover. The wind and the turbulence shake me and threaten my return.
Sometimes this world seems so cold and I feel like I'm on my own. Then I hear your voice and know that I'm not alone. Sometimes this world seems so cold and I don't know where to go. Then I see your face and know that I am home.
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Somebody Kill Me
02:13
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You don't know how much I need you. While you're near me I don't feel blue. When we kiss I know you need me too. I can't believe I found a love so pure and so true.
But it all was bullshit. It was a goddamn joke. And when I think of you Linda I hope you fucking choke.
I hope you're glad with what you've done to me. I lay in bed all day long feeling melancholy. You left me here all alone tears running constantly.
Oh somebody kill me please. I'm on my knees. Pretty pretty please. Kill me. I want to die. Put a bullet in my head.
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Pure Sound
04:41
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The wave of light transferring information to see new life inside.
Breath. Breath in. Breath in the sound.
Life to cure love this time as we know. The wave lacks the light to see pure sound.
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Can be my Window
05:12
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They say that love evolves. And that we, in this evolution, come to know our true selves.
But I don't feel so evolved. No I don't feel all that evolved. We could have (should have) been so much more in love. So I don't feel that we've evolved.
Our times in Malta now seem so few and far between. And you've retreated to them with the cost of your travels. You hide behind their friendship. Pretend we don't exist. Forget there ever were plans to sail away with you.
You can be my window but I'll still just be your ocean floor and you don't have to love me anymore.
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The Reeds California
The Reeds is an emotional hardcore (kinda) indie punk (sorta) rock (not really) band from the San Francisco Bay Area.
We don't really care what you think but hope you like it.
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