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no gravity
03:28
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no gravity
what a foolish thing to say
in close proximity
two bodies interact
and if you think about it
it is just like love
they have infinite range
get weaker as distance appears
there are so many things that we don’t understand
irresponsible beings drowning in life’s quicksand
now we look at the stars
and we see the past
they are lightyears away
wishing the best
there are so many things that we don’t understand
irresponsible beings drowning in life’s quicksand
sorry if these things make you sad
but don’t worry you can put your hand in my hand
we will fly through the clouds to the atmosphere
then we’ll stay close so that our love won’t disappear
we live in the now
pretend past is past
but the future gives us angst
you can call me insane
but I feel this slip away
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younger dryas
04:19
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we have travelled so far
our imagination's the limit
not together but more apart
from our nature of what's left of it
why do we think that we are gods
who know what's best for all the living
or dead?
cold air
running through my veins in the morning
fair and square
none of us saw these signs so alarming
and the earth begins to shake
when the sound barrier breaks
but the view here from the ground doesn't change
"hey, son
there's a reason to be born
stay calm
it's not easy to admit your wrong"
cold air
running through your veins in the morning
fair and square
none of you saw these signs so alarming
and the skies begin to fade
final thing we are left is hate
maybe we should have taken care of our fate
"hey, son
there's a reason to be born
stay calm
it's not easy to admit your wrong"
it's one thing to break
one thing to take
one thing to hate
you close the gate
blame it on fate
maybe we're late
maybe all of this is written in our blood with
something we don't understand
and the earth will shake
and the sky will fade
and the ice will melt off all our faith
will your gods compete
for the life of these
unforgiving foolish souls?
it was a long day now it's night
there's a lonely star
keeping the light alive
so we can rest for tonight
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tear me apart and look inside
describe everything you can find
are there bones? is there blood?
is there anything ‘ME’ in that crud?
take me home...
where I belong...
tear me apart and look inside
is there anything you can find?
people always tell, people always tell...
you are funny
but it would be tea, but it would be tea...
without honey
your life is a joke, your life is a joke...
you know inside
honey is to cover up
the fascade
take me home...
where I belong...
i am always tired, fucking tired
all the fucking time
we are always careless, fucking careless
all the fucking time
you are always pensive, fucking pensive
all the fucking time
they are always helpless, fucking helpless
all the fucking time
are we all empty shells
who do nothing else
(but) care about ourselfs?
all the fucking time...
or do we have something else
that prevents our cells
to escape our hells?
all the fucking time
how did we make this mess
tell me if this ends
you will ring the bells
all the fucking time
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you know I was there to see
your first breath in the sea of life
the first sounds that you made
your scent felt when you stayed in my hands
you need to know it’s okay
to be afraid on some days
being brave does not mean to not fear
but to do the right thing
so when I am gone
please, be a good man
someone others can trust
whom they could call a friend
and now I start to see
that your my destiny
only time will tell?
but I know I find my peace
when you smile back at me
my son
you need to know it’s okay
to be afraid on some days
being brave does not mean to not fear
but to do the right thing
so when I am gone
please, be a good man
someone others can trust
they can call a good friend
please, look after your mom
she has the same love as I do
don’t make a promise you can’t keep
just be a good man...
can I bury these weights
that I was carrying for so long?
there’s a list of mistakes
some of which I whish could be undone
is there heaven or hell?
it doesn’t matter when we are done
Only time will tell my story
will you hold my hands
until my fingers can be bent?
how much time do we have?
there’s no God so is this the end?
you know you make me proud
please, just live a life safe and sound
only time will tell your story
only time will tell your story...
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