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for who died a thousand times but were raised from death, just to embrace pain.

i feel like a big graveyard most of the time, full of bodies and corpses of what i could be, for myself or anyone else.

“if I were you, i would set myself on fire.” well, get your matches ready cuz you’re next.

yes, girl blame it on the breeze of autumn since you can't find anything better to blame it on.

if it's wrong, then why does it feel so right that it makes me question myself?

i am so good at blaming that sometimes i just blame myself to nerf myself from blaming others.

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2:16 i have no face, no body and no head. i am spirit. everything around me is me.

cry, wash off the paint. cry, you can be free. dive, now you can be.

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silence, we need water. sunlight painted our faces. you and i, ghosts of imagination. water will open our eyes.

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the first person who thought life would get better must’ve been confused as fuck.

but i bet things could be different. nostalgia will never let me try anything else but my past mistakes.

it feels like i am a divorced dad in his late 50s, thinking about how things could go differently.

i feel so detached from my own generation, it's like i'm too old for this shit.

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2:53 i′ll give you anything, oh i'd give anything.

you′re spinning out again, aelody a childhood trick, a taste that makes me sick, feeling you can′t forgive.