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Grieved
01:10
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2. |
Madre
02:55
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Waking up, every morning
Still don't see the reason to
Felt like I've something to prove
Something I'll never lose
Never once I see the good in me
Trying to make ends meet
I'll give everything to stay on my feet
When I gazed in your eyes
I see the world deep inside
You see things in me that
I can never see in myself
Finally I've found myself again
Looking back at the things I've never said
Questioning my ways
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3. |
Flame
04:11
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Will this feeling ever stop
Eating me inside out
As my head is filled with disappointments
I cannot but cogitate
Your voice screaming in my head
It felt so real, I never want to fall asleep
I just wanted you to know, I see so much in you
You can save yourself
Looking back at these empty bottles
It's filled with nothing but let-downs
From the flame that burns to the thorns in my head
I knew it's all meant for me
I guess it's time I take this path alone
I know it'll never be enough, I know it'll never be same
The hint of pain I hear in your voice
The tears in those eyes
You know you're better than this
If you don't have faith in yourself,
Just know that I do
For what it's worth, I'm sorry
I'm not coming home with you
This isn't the end, don't lay in regret
Just want you to know that I miss you
And don't ever forget my face
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4. |
Nothing
03:47
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Take a look at yourself
And the stories you tell
Look what you’ve become
Look at what you have done
Nothing is ever enough
Nothing will be the same
Nothing will change
You’re nothing
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5. |
Decay
02:21
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Decay are you here with me
Or are you here to get me
You were once my strong beliefs
Dug myself a hole it left me so naive
6 feet deep from the pain I’m in
The last thing on my mind I want to believe
Is a piece of grief that shatters me
Then we hide away
For the weekend
I miss the time spent
With you my fiend
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6. |
Lover's Tongue
02:36
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We're both sinking and drowning from what it seems
I'm no illusionist, I can't simply disappear
Holding absence from my own breath
Is so much easier than bearing this fucking weight
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of myself
It seems like everything I touch turns to dust
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of myself
Is this for what it's worth or is it just me
This isn't for the broken hearted
This calls for the lost souls
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