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Afa
03:03
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Roaming around the room
to find an escape,
I meet your sight, I wryly smile
and look away
and take a breath
and lose myself
in the substance again.
The things I say are always the same,
they don’t make any sense.
I’ve never found the words
but through stories in rhyme
that talk about all the things
that words can’t describe.
I never listen
to what I sing.
I take a breath
and lose myself
in the substance again
and so head high,
so far from land,
inventing tales
again and again.
Maybe that’s why
I would have loved to
lose myself in you,
‘cause there is life
outside of these walls
the view’s spectacular,
but I lose my memories
and all the melodies
that float inside my head.
I’m spinning all over the place,
and hitting every corner,
lost in a pirouette.
I take a breath
and lose myself
in the substance again
and so head high,
inventing tales
I will forget
again and again.
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Fatigue
03:13
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…and I ache.
I dance softly
as I ache,
I dance softly
as I burn.
I am dazed
by the noise
my body makes,
a discordant,
broken sound.
At night I align
with the stars
and every movement
is a creak,
and with each creak
I'm closer to the earth
and I ache.
I dance softly,
as I ache.
I dance softly,
as I burn.
While it pours,
I dance softly
and I burn.
At night I align
with the stars,
and every movement
is a creak
and with each creak
I'm closer to the earth
and when I touch the ground
I harmonise
all the noises
and I spin,
and with each spin
I’m closer to the moon
and I dance.
I ache softly,
as I dance.
I ache softly,
as I burn
While it pours
I dance softly,
I ache softly
and I burn.
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