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[ti:] |
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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
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These walls encroach upon me, silently aproach me |
| [00:22.04] |
Done every way but without a sound |
| [00:24.91] |
Thoughts abound, time we will miss so I taste |
| [00:27.56] |
Makes me yearn to be free yearn to see the light again |
| [00:48.60] |
The air bloated with greed for unreachable things |
| [00:51.77] |
Past your eyes I can't trust, they're so full of lies |
| [00:54.94] |
Fine words fall from your mouth like dust |
| [00:57.91] |
They're pretty but I'm waiting for the rain cuz they'll rust |
| [01:03.40] |
Words pulse like blood through the corridors of my heart |
| [01:09.80] |
They pulse and pound, taking me worlds apart |
| [01:16.09] |
From my pen the red ink ebbs and it flows |
| [01:22.23] |
Paper stained with my yearnings to be free |
| [01:42.85] |
Fog falls at the galls, they smuggle cigarettes |
| [01:45.74] |
Reducing last property to a mere silouette |
| [01:48.87] |
I watch them shape shift through the fog-laced city |
| [01:50.99] |
Makes me yearn to be free yearn to see the sun again |
| [01:57.21] |
Words pulse like blood through the corridors of my heart |
| [02:03.81] |
They pulse and pound, taking me worlds apart |
| [02:09.90] |
From my pen the red ink ebbs and it flows |
| [02:16.05] |
Paper stained with my yearnings to be free |
| [02:21.94] |
Words pulse like blood through the corridors of my heart |
| [02:28.18] |
They pulse and pound, taking me worlds apart |
| [02:34.58] |
From my pen the red ink ebbs and it flows |
| [02:40.42] |
Paper stained with my yearnings to be free |
