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n1 - troubled mind
01:59
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breathe in
breathe out
don’t let your ugly thoughts out of sight
stay clean
stay sound
these are the basics to a healthy mind
but I’m tired that’s all
there are no demons to run the show
maybe all I should finally do is let go
and every day the sun comes up
and every day it goes
and every day my mind fucks up
and every day it slows
and every day the sun comes up
and every day it goes
and every day my mind fucks up
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loud enough to hear
the voices that you fear
that all the hope is gone
is it time to disagree
who you choose to love should be free
why should others tell you what’s wrong
call me anything you hate
i’ll gladly be disgraced
i’ll be anyone i’m not
to show you
the ridicule of faith
it’s not a question of taste
to hate someone for who they love
was there any point in your life
when it occured to you that maybe you are wrong
or it is natural to you that what you believe
is what everyone should want
call me anything you hate
i’ll gladly be disgraced
i’ll be anyone i’m not
to show you
the ridicule of faith
it’s not a question of taste
to hate someone for who they love
to hate someone for who they love
to hate someone for who they love
…
is dumb as fuck…
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n3 - Jimi Paterson
02:50
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wandering the streets in the daylight
questioning every step you take
is like wandering about life in a hindsight
what already happened cannot be changed
we should live in moment, at least that’s what we’re told
so why do we walk on memory lane?!
should we carry all the blame for the papers and folds
that others made causing us to feel shame?!
I wish I was bold
to get out of this cold
transfrom myself like everyone else
I whish I was more
something I was before
not the remaining chunk of my self
tell me how do I start?
what to put in a cart?
to pursue the dreams that everyone has
I wish I had less
more things mean more stress
this is what happiness is known as
I wish I was bolder
so that I could feel calmer
I wish I could heal myself
to have the dreams that everyone has
wondering why I talk to my self more than I tend talk to others
is it covering my shame, myself with silence like leather feathers?
whispering your sadness into the clouds will not change anything that happens
you need to try to face the addiction of always being in the saddness wagon
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