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What is Now (Blinds Me)
04:26
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I find myself bathed in a cool-toned sunlight
Peeking through your curtains
Snow so bright like the questions
They blind me
Maybe I'm at a limit for what I can learn
It blinds me, it blinds me
A filterless cigarette cannot lie to me
And therein lies the difference
What I've known
What is now
Your gaze reminds me my mind can be untrue
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Bleach Burn
03:51
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To find stability in a space of mind
I could rip my hair, I could scratch my eyes
What is left but a stench of bleach?
What is left but a stench of mind?
Do you find that burn satisfying?
Can you crave that burn? Make it whole?
Satisfy it, make it whole
To search for that destination
I can't use the same escapes
Before, before I would have the cure
Before I could find the cure
What is left but a stench of bleach?
A burn, a branding
What is left but a stench of bleach?
What is left but a stench of mind?
Satisfy it, make it whole
Do you find that burn satisfying?
Do you grip that burn to make it whole?
Satisfy it, make it whole
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Frances
02:39
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Wo bin ich?
Stuck in place
Feet on the ground
Where am I?
I stumble over words
They seem to understand
They told me that people are one of two
And I know which I am
But what am I to do?
Stuck in place, no room to move
Their silver words will echo through
But I am stuck in place with no room to move
Stuck in place, no room to move
Bewegen wir uns?
Their silver words will echo through
Bewegen wir uns?
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Tschüss
Mal haben wir getanzt
Mein Verständnis gibts nicht mehr
Vielleicht siehst du es
Aber heute leider nicht
Ohne ein tschüss, was is passiert
Ein Baby verloren, die Liebe auch?
Ohne ein tschüss
Ohne ein tschüss
Was ist passiert? Ein Baby verloren, die Liebe auch?
Mal haben wir getanzt
Mal haben wir getanzt und mein Verständnis gibts nicht mehr
Vielleicht siehst du es
Aber heute leider nicht
Siehst du es?
Siehst du es heute?
Irgendwann tanzen wir mal zusammen
Aber heute leider nicht
Irgendwann tanzen wir mal zusammen
Aber heute leider nicht
Irgendwann tanzen wir mal zusammen
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Cheshire Cat
01:47
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The Cheshire Cat grins from above
Running for miles
Running for miles and he grins from above
Do you see him? In the trees?
The eerie light casting shadows on the silent streets
It's all there is
Not a soul exists but mine
My invisibility cradles my clashing pots and pans
Running for miles and running
Streets is all there is
The Cheshire Cat grins from above
Do you see him?
Now I'm in this warm room
My head feels like it's imploding
Why is everything staying in now?
After days of endless rapid fire speech
Loneliness at quarter to three
It seems I have nothing left
Nothing but the Cheshire Cat
He's still there, he's grinning
From the trees, straight at me
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6. |
Frances (Reprise)
03:08
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Wo bin ich?
Stuck in place
Feet on the ground
Where am I?
I stumble over words
They seem to understand
They told me that people are one of two
And I know which I am
But what am I to do?
Stuck in place, no room to move
Their silver words will echo through
But I am stuck in place with no room to move
Stuck in place, no room to move
Bewegen wir uns?
Their silver words will echo through
Bewegen wir uns?
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Bleach Burn Austin, Texas
Bleach Burn is producer Miguel Cuevas and vocalist Elise Cook, with multi-instrumentalist Miranda Lewis and Lucas Almendra on drums.
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