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live, love, fall apart |
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fill the gaps with things we want |
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drink, run, waste away |
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the plastic sea accumulates |
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and no one knows, where hours go |
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(out ins and outs of speaker holes) |
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trapped behind the glass |
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and no one knows, where hours go |
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(out ins and outs of speaker holes) |
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digital solace |
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wolf eye glows at night |
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bathes me in the pale blue light |
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and lacerates with saw tooth noise |
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console; console; a soothing voice |
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and no one knows, where hours go |
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(out ins and outs of speaker holes) |
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trapped behind the glass |
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and no one knows, where hours go |
|
(out ins and outs of speaker holes) |
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digital Solace |
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wires kiss, we disconnect |
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the ivy grows around my neck |
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to compensate the skin not touched |
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console; console; it's all too much |
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and no one knows, where hours go |
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(out ins and outs of speaker holes) |
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trapped behind the glass |
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and no one knows, where hours go |
|
(out ins and outs of speaker holes) |
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digital solace |
