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In A Heartbeat
02:32
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Wolf
02:43
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Cold, no warmth here. Down, no saving us // Joy, no calamity.
Pride, no selfishness. Loss, no fucking hope. // Lonewolves
seldom learns to love. // I stand defeated; hours and days //
No hope, no luck; wither & decay. // To scream and just run on.
Just scream and fuck it all. // At times like these, goodbyes just
feels so fucking useless. // I'll carry my burden until relief. //
Cold. No warmth here, no warmth at all. // Down. No saving us
no heroes to be found. // Loss. No more... // Breaking bones.
With heart in my hands. // I'll wear my trophies with fear. //
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Deadbird
02:44
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Her wings are torn, her beak closed, shut. She'll never sing for us again //
Her body's serene. Once so pristine. She gave all of her love away. //
For us to take. For us to share to spread the beauty. And now it's gone
with her death. A Deadbird doesn't sing. // Never again, no more //
Her wings are torn, her beak closed, shut. She'll never sing for us again //
Her body's serene. Once so pristine // She gave all of her love away to me. //
Deadbird sing for us. // Deadbird sings no more // Never again, no more.
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Parade
04:28
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Storm the crowd. You'll just push on through. Push, push, push. //
Don't look back, just keep pushing onwards. // Put some back into
it. // No regrets. // And as the parade passes by we all stare our
eyes out. Bleeding our hearts with goodbyes as we siphon the
poison. // Down, down, down. Altogether we'll fall down, down,
down. Chasing the parade down, fucking down. // Altogether we'll
storm the crowd, we'll all just push on through. Push, push, push. //
Don't look back, just keep pushing onwards. // Put some back into it
and no fucking regrets! //
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