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For far too long I've kept faith. Caring becomes cared. In all the people that stray. Caring becomes cared. I've learned to care for myself. Caring becomes cared. What is important, my friends.
Caring becomes cared.
(Reading old messages from strangers sent to pass the time)
I, Cared.
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Death, or Eldona
02:56
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You think he's so special, I think you don't think. He's not worthy of your smile. Your first love was empty, what the fuck is different. Take a look behind his lines. You think your so lucky, I think he's so lucky. You still smile, but is it you or just your lips.
Was he your friend, or just a fuck?
Is that smile real or are you wearing it hoping that one day looks become feelings, and this is real. I wish I could tell you, I'm just like you.
Your mouth does function, but there's nothing to say, what will come with the passing of time?
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You'll Move To Chicago
01:41
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The illustrations in my eyes, spell out the meanings of things that you've never felt, touching on what once was, but has been forgotten in all these things we've done, the last time told because, what I want, swallowing sweet dreams you can't taste the pity I've felt.
What I want.
Take it tast it, one last time, shameless, faceless, life like lines, burn this bridge it won't change much, take it taste it one last time.
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The Pacific Northwest
02:44
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Wasted breath, counted phrases, friendship, love-lust, come in phases. Wasted lines, wasted times.
Swallow Hard.
Undenied, chosen for the throne.
Covered eyes, Leave the past alone.
Frozen, Take me home.
Tracing back the lines of eyes that never follow through, holding tight to find refining signs we made to prove, you never followed through.
Selling dreams, to stay awake, she plays for keeps, with all we say, tonight to test your threshold, all your flesh has been sold, resistance to distance.
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Blue Baby
01:08
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Another line is lost, as distance builds.
You fed me lie after tasteless lie, is that what you call trying, what wasn't said what, could have been.
Now I can feel you.
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Top Sider
01:46
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Self-made, proclaim, nonchalance, ecstacy, your name slips away, not knowing, one last sip it's all the same.
Lives divide, I'm saying, without care, can't feel this, we won't notice, can you hear it, my only fear.
Life line.
(Lined-Life.)
Closure.
The feelings you wore on your sleeves, don't mean a thing to me.
I don't respect you.
Your lack of slef-respect, makes me feel pity for you.
I don't respect you.
Words won't wipe away.
Choreographing everything we say to fill our own needs.
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For those who have something to say.
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Seperation
01:43
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Seperation.
Why do we seperate each other?
We're all the same.
We should judge based on good and bad, not the content of our lives. The music that you like, doesn't make you, the clothes that I wear don't make me, we make ourselves by what we say, by what we do.
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What the City?
03:14
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Words won't convey our feelings, when our tongues holding back the meaning, times worth not wasting, I've done enough second guessing.
We should practice honesty.
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