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Burn Me Twice
02:08
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Electricity
You make me electric
Burn me twice I might not go
Burn me twice I cannot go
You make me electric
Tuck me in and squeeze me tight
I'm sick in bed, you'll make me cry
You make me electric
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2. |
Cockroach Under Pressure
02:59
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Indestructible inside myself
Like a cockroach under pressure
Needing the high from nothingness
That I once used to chase
A solemn cloud builds over me
I can't seem to say a word
Like a cockroach under pressure
Why won't it seem to go?
Indestructible inside myself
Like a cockroach under pressure
A solemn cloud builds over me
I can't seem to say a word
Like a cockroach under pressure
Why won't it seem to go?
Indestructible inside myself
Indestructible under pressure
And when each cloud will leave me
Do I still choose to chase that high?
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3. |
Absence
02:56
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Where one might say absence makes the heart grow fonder
I ask, what about me?
A pit of fear and longing
How I need you beside me
Rid me of this pit
Am I out of your mind?
Am I?
Don't tell me I'm out of mind
Don't tell me
Please
Am I out of your mind?
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4. |
Climb Inside
03:06
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Glistening inside
Glistening outside
Like rotting fruit in the sun
I lay glistening
Your hair tangled on my pillowcase
Whisked away by dreams
Whisked away
Your hair is tangled
Whisked away
Tangled hair
My breathing speeds
I can't quiet it at all
I want you to read my mind
Climb inside, see what I need
I can't quiet it alone
Climb inside
Climb inside, see what I need
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5. |
Three Years
04:15
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Still so prominent (And it's still so prominent)
And it's still so prominent
The way you plague me
It's been three years
Three whole years
But you, you're different
Opposing forces living there
I remind myself (You're not him)
You're not him
You're not him (I remind myself)
I've got to remind myself
You're not him
I'll cry in your arms (What is it to heal?)
I'll cry
Wishing you really got it (I wish you'd known)
The pain (The pain)
How does it feel?
To heal?
How does it?
How does it feel?
I'll cry in your arms
I'll cry
Wishing you really got it (I wish you'd known)
I wish you'd known
So scared to hurt (The pain, the pain)
If I allow you in
So scared to harm
But I find myself crying
I suppose
I suppose I have to (So scared to hurt, if I allow you in)
So scared to harm
But I suppose (Should I allow him in?)
I suppose I have to
I have to, don't I? (Do I?)
What is it to heal?
How does it feel?
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6. |
Breathing Patterns
03:19
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Your breathing patterns trace shadows on my walls
Your hands trace shadows down my arm
What these shadows hold I do not know
And how I want them to burst
What could come from oblivion?
What would become of us?
How I adore those patterns traced
Though I wonder, those shadows have become a home
Breathing patterns trace shadows on my walls
Your hands trace shadows down my arm
What these shadows hold I do not know
Though I wonder, those shadows have become a home
Dim the lights, the shadows are out to play
What could come from oblivion?
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7. |
Departure (Arrival)
03:48
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I'm leaving
Spread so thin
Pieces of self
Lost and found
Spread over wide
Pieces of self
Nowhere to be found
To the lively feeling
To the green tears
Hold me warm, hold me tender
In the fresh kiss of parting
Pieces are found
Far and wide
I am fluid
The fresh kiss of departure
The French kiss of departure
That fresh kiss of arrival
I've arrived
I am home
I am fluid
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8. |
Filled to the Brim
04:16
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It was three weeks clean
Now it's been more
And it's only been a year
Now it's been more
You were full of public transport tears
Full of it
You were full of public transport tears
Just so full of it
Didn't even know where they were coming from
But they were coming from you
Full of it
You were full of public transport tears
So full of it
Bones hold no love
That remains true
And the days are empty once more
Quite like your burn
Down my throat
Three weeks clean, now it's more
Only a year, now it's more
Three weeks clean, now it's more
Only a year, now it's more
Full of public transport tears
Full of it
Just so full of it
All over again
You were full of public transport tears
Just full of it
All over again
And again, and again
It just never stops, does it?
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9. |
Deine Augen, Meine Haut
05:04
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Deine Augen und meine Haut
Gegenseitigiges gespiele
Zusammen, nebeneinander
Guck mal, derein
Guck mal, daheim
Deine Augen, meine Haut
Zusammen, nebeneinander
Grazed eyes, graze the other's skin
Soft hands, you know I'll feel it from within
Like a long walk in the dark
Will I end up on my own?
Graze my skin
It's a rocky surface
Deine Augen, meine Haut
Zusammen, nebeneinander
Graze my skin
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10. |
Silver Linings
06:18
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Hollow underneath
Like the bottle drained from the steps
I don't always notice
But it doesn't ever leave
It doesn't leave
Finding silver linings gets old
Find silver linings, it gets old
I lose sleep thinking it was all me
I lose sleep thinking you'll do the same
Will you do the same?
Finding silver linings gets old
You'll find, I'm quite tired
Find silver linings gets old
It gets old
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