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earth
02:54
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cus i'll start from where i left off
broken on my bedroom floor
wishin i was sat on the beach
somewhere far up north
i wanted to explain all the intricacies of life but i didnt wanna come off pretentious
just like the last time where the people sit near where the old park bench is
give me a reason to still exist here
give me a reason why i should sit back an observe the glowing and burning earth
all the fast cars on the motorway
all the people in the subway
all the sheep in the fields
all the reasons why i wanna feel something
my hearts still beating
my feet are in the snow
give me a reason to still exist here
give me a reason why i should sit back an observe the glowing and burning earth
give me a reason why i should let you go when im sleeping, my heart will keep beating
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glowing nervous system
01:23
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dead dogs reanimated in my dreams
glowing nervous system, silly strings,
potent potion, laughing cats
all of which and once at that
is it your voice that i hear near?
scratching skin for more ideas
nothing that i cant seem to see
and they all sing to me
i am you and you are me
i am all youre insecurities
whilst your sleeping in your bed
im underneath in your head
nervous breakdown every night
every one is a losing fight
talk the talk and speak the speak
i'll never know what lies beneath
if i question too much will i always be sad?
will his mother still relapse?
dont tell her youre here tonight
dont tell her that you are right
if theres flashing black hounds all over my back am i even able to fight back?
if theres a breeze on my shoulder and aches in my knees i'll starve on this mountain never mind freeze
dont tell her that youre here tonight
dont tell her that you are right
dont tell her that youre here tonight
dont tell her that you are right
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the hills
02:10
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i wanna create smthn beautiful
i wanna see the light
i wanna make a difference
i wanna b alright
lets go up into the hills
in the dead of night
lets mould artificial designs
would it be a crime
i could try so hard
and get nothing back
i can feel the silver
tricklin down my back
the splinters in ur knees
the flame from ur tongue
try so hard but still u gotta run
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oversleeping
02:22
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cus i left for the city in the pouring rain
not something i would ever do again
i slept on the sofa, known as ur spare room
listening to the rain and watched the glow of the street lights
just like the glow of the lamps onto the damp street
something about you, resonated with me
honestly i wanna take sum time to reflect
on all the times ive overslept
on all those responsibilities
these sort of things have become a commodity
like getting up and having enough sleep
making sure ive had enough to eat
sometimes i think i dont belong in my flesh
flush it out think some other thoughts instead
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i could try so hard
01:40
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look at ur mother
look at ur brother
look at the moon and tell me the difference between night and noon
i will scream and shout
until you know what i mean
i will keep wriggling
until my light stops shining u know
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6. |
practice room 3
01:15
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7. |
i hate i hate i hate
02:30
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i'll write a stereotypical song,
like how my future is uncertain and all
cus every song i write seems to be my last
im struggling to comprehend, this music thing wont last
youve probably heard this a 100 times before
but im not really here, im really 34
stuck doing something, something that i hate
god im so desperate i hate i hate i hate
if i hit my head, hard at the back
would i still be me? is it something that i lack
if something changed in there, would the real me be dead
i think about this shit too much its quite literally in my head
like your bud on a friday night
i'll be there when youre getting high
its a false sense of liberation
we're all stuck in a simulation
wrap your hair in a bun
now then tonnes of fun
think you know everything
but youre stuck on the fence on important things
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too strong or too weak
too tall or too small
too low or too high
all the growths coming from my body
begging me to stop
waking up tired and angry,
because someone from another country just got shot
politicians, young magicians, manipulated public
tired and angry, young and anguished, dead dogs on the floor
you are a god! you are a god!
you are nothing
you are a very special person in our hearts (theyre lying)
you are very comfortable in your skin
except when you see a mirror
you are very good at holding yourself together (you are a fraud)
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tidbits
01:14
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little tidbits in your mind
take it back, take it back to another time
i'll be there when u live and die
take it back, take it back to another time
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10. |
spirit
01:43
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im like a spirit u cannot vanquish
im like a dead king at his own funerals banquet
im like a whispering voice in the wind
a puppy wandering trying to meet his kin
im like a bit inbetween ur molers
im like dead bird on ur saturday stroll yea
i got hit hard im on the ground
n u better be worried when i make no sound
im not dead yet, i know thats a disappointment to some of you,
but its an achievement to me cuz it means i went and grew
im not dead yet, i got things to do, i got shit to see,
im here for 80 years, then i'll haunt yas individually
im like a spirit that you cannot vanquish
im like a traitor and nomad from another land yea
feels like i shouldnt be here at all
but i'll make the most of it before the fall
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ewy Leeds, UK
ewy is a singer-songwriter from york, uk and is currently based in leeds. they make aggressively vulnerable songs
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