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Electrochemistry
03:13
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I would never leave you burnt and afraid
I would never leave you ground to powder
I lie here decaying, cause after all this time,
you are the only one,
oh, you are the only one
for me
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Chase Scene
04:33
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the way you spun me in circles
chasing after phantoms of you
now I’m alone and afraid
maybe God’s reach stays in heaven
maybe bloodshot eyes are okay
for now my heart feeds a flesh bag
one day soon the Earth will open
a tear rendering skin from flame
and now I’m inches from falling
maybe you’ll say the same thing
when walls swim circles overhead
syrup clutching your body in death
now I am torn asunder
molasses flaying tissue from vein
my being thinned over miles of cable
oh, I’m locked in a dark cell
deepest room, farthest tower
where has the sunrise gone?
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Getting Home
02:16
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fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
you know where,
to depths and blackness you know where,
you know where, you know where,
I see your writing on the walls
and in my head
and on my skin
the loops and lapses unending,
overlapping,
falling, faltering,
in my dreams
etched on my brain
your divets and cuts
the things we said we can never return
the burning regret I hold still
I’m sorry for everything
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New York Is Just a Place
07:25
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When everything ended, it felt as though I inhabited a mausoleum, some great monument on which the ghost of our past floated freely. I was choked by sights and sounds that carried your name.
The golden sun was not so golden anymore; in its place, a maddening coldness, a callous blue tinged in greys that loomed above me as a foul, vulgar impersonation of what had been.
But this city is not some altar. It does not belong to you. I left and came back after some time, and found myself amidst the same buildings, walking the same streets, smelling the same air. Your phantom evaporates more and more with each passing day.
As I etch new memories into my being, new conversations and restaurants and parks, new sunsets and strife and sounds, I find that New York is really just a city -- a large, beautiful city, with more than I could ever do -- but just a city nonetheless.
We had good times together. We had not-so-good times together. As time marches on, my recollection of you will evolve and tinge itself yet again, as will the city that ferried your name on the wind.
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Alma
04:17
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I found forgiveness
in a familiar house on the plain
and I found forgiveness
with everything rotting my brain
holding close,
those people who care,
the world restores around me,
what’s in the past,
is stuck in the past,
but things can still be lovely
I know you’re aching
I see it between tired eyes
and I know you’re sinking
you think that it’s all just a lie
look up at the sky,
it still holds stars for seeing,
and planes to take you elsewhere
look out past the grey,
see orange, red and yellow,
a sunny painting held there
so go find forgiveness
fight the feeling that everything’s grey
I know that it’s out there
and I’m sure that you’ll find it some day
it hasn’t been easy,
breaking free of chains that hold you
and days that pass like aeons
but hear me now,
search for things that come to heal you
let bygones just be bygones
cause I found forgiveness
in a familiar house on the plain
and I found forgiveness, yeah
with everything rotting my brain
and I found forgiveness
when it seemed I had nowhere to go
and I found forgiveness
gentle kindness from people I know
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