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No Pain
03:16
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Touch the numb part
It once hurt but
I feel no pain
I have to start
Begins to rain
I must impart that I lie
Just like you
But they fed me, oh what they fed you
Tell me who you are
Tell me how you feel
What is in your heart
Tell me, is this real?
When we make the notes--
the curtains fade away
The troubles that you know are trying to escape
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Rain
04:41
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they tell me they’re done, one by one
they tell me to sing, like I was king
make a note you’d like to show
someone like me
it couldn’t be
someone like me
forsake all the shame
and kill that old watcher
she blessed those memories
fruits of lost and forbidden dreams
so break your own body
break your own mind
A human like me
(I’m saying words and it’s all making sense)
(you got me again, this always happens)
(I have never been so impossible, so impossible)
(to feel, to breathe, to watch you and keep)
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Teacher
04:22
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4. |
Systematic Sadness
03:55
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I feel
skin, touch, real
I know
you built it up and shut it down
I'm done
with emptiness in faithfulness
and loneliness in emptiness
You
I seek
It shows
When you run around and dance on toes
It's gone
Love is not a torture tool
When love becomes a torture tool
You're love's become a torture tool
But love is not a torture
(Da, da, da)
Dreams that I sung as the sun slowly died
My heart had ceased once controlled by my mind
The graceful ever suffering
Blood to the heart once the light filled the sky
Into obscurity I flew
only to be locked inside of you
Maybe you'll push me away some more
And maybe I'll harden within your core
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Crosby Morgan Seattle, Washington
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