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The City Is Drowning
03:42
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Desperate plans
Impact hearts
Do not stop seeking
What you love
Or you will end up loving what you find
Tie me up and blind me with your...
What is time now
Other than my longing?
Drag on my dear
You have to hurt to pull on
I could have held you from that night on
I see that desperation in your eyes
I see that desperation in your eyes
What's it like to be so far from here?
Can you feel the sun?
Can you feel the warmth absorb your solace expressions?
It's very cold up here, a symbolic ensemble
I can feel the air, like an orchestra, tune behind the curtain
How is it possible to understand the distance
When we both see the same bright stars?
At night we'll scream about forfeiting
Misplacing everything
We cry divisions, we love decisions
Imperative exiles
Wrapped up in happiness, distorted in reality
Tie me up and blind me with your love
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Broken
04:17
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Breathe me in like air, innocent
My fingers bleed. I've been writing too much
Preventing these words from searing my battered throat
And I can't even scream so I sketch your face
Each line was a cry, each curve bore blindness
Prevent my arms from failing
Limitless expressions
To your face I can't conform
But give hands the chance voice wouldn't have
It was the first time that our words kissed
But our lips, they didn't even touch
No skin on skin
The first time in my life that I existed
And each time that we breathed, we were reborn
We're reborn each time we
Each time we breathe
Each time we breathe
These nights were gaining strength
Yet losing ground. A short-lived grace
Your tongue!
I taste your ways with a pen in my hand
In my hand, in my hand
I taste your ways
Well in a matter of time
My life went from day to night
Incriminating textures
Where the f*ck did you go?
What happened to us?
With this retouching paint
I will use a brush, apply it to your canvas
This was once a beautiful painting
Each lasting memory
Will control each word that I write
And I used to think that my hands could dance
I only needed to hold
To hold myself up
You were never a crutch as you tore me away
Like this fringed papers' edge
You were never a crutch
Each lasting memory controls each word I write
I used to think that my hands could dance...
But now I see my hand's been broken for quite some time
These memories impale the senses to this day
I'm broken
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I will not deceive myself this time
With cheating another, I have cheated myself
I feel so incited That it's come down to this
This is how I repair the hurt that I have caused
I offer my hand
As an equal, as a friend
Tonight, it is a reunion
And we've forgotten every day that we shed
When we dismissed each other
In claiming that we shared in separate victories
Tonight is all that we have
It's all we've lived and it is all the we'll face
And in one way or another
We all know that our days are new
Our days are new as I offer my hand
As an equal, as a friend
I hope that people see
What this all means to me
Confidence (confidence) in my actions
With a positive regard for others
And I know that respect paves a clear path
For success, valor, and camaraderie
It's a vision of progression
It's a vision
Please don't shoot the piano player
He's doing the best he can
Let us live by one rule:
Respect us, we'll respect you
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Folly New Jersey
Hailing from northern NJ, Folly’s eclectic sound fuses the fury of hardcore, chaos of metal, urgency of punk rock, and jubilation of ska/reggae. They are known for their energized and immersive live shows, and have shared the stage with such acts as Bad Religion, Dillinger Escape Plan, The Slackers, Converge, Every Time I Die, Streetlight Manifesto, A New Found Glory, and The Bouncing Souls. ... more
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