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On the Line
02:34
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My heart beats slowly
In time with the music.
Never skips a beat.
I hold you close to me,
We dance with the music.
So light on your feet.
When you cross my mind,
I can't help but smile.
Haven't felt this way for a while.
My heart is on the line.
You hold me warmly,
Hearts beat with the music.
Maybe I'm complete.
When you cross my mind,
I can't help but smile.
Haven't felt this way for a while.
My heart is on the line.
On the line
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2. |
Sunshine
02:42
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Don't believe your eyes,
Lost in my own lies,
Trying to be found.
See through my disguise,
I'm on the inside,
Trying to get out
In the sunshine
I want to dance
Where everything's coming alive.
I'm on the inside.
I am on the rise
Within the confines
Of my own mind.
I unwind
Inside, I start to liquify
And leak out of my own eyes
Rolling down my face.
Can't even recognize
Between the truth and the lies
I have told.
Trying to find the way
Need to get out of my head again.
Who am I?
I'm lost, can't seem to find
My Sunshine.
In the dark, I'll wait
for my sunshine.
When will the sun rise for me?
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3. |
Not Tonight
03:09
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Relax, take time
Deep breaths, you'll be fine
You exclaim in disdain
Like I caused all your pain.
I can explain.
Please refrain, and don't call me names.
In the night, we will fight
But at dawn, it will be alright.
But your face is getting bright
Don't ignite.
No, not tonight.
Be calm, don't fret.
I know you're upset
You exclaim in disdain
Like I caused all your pain.
You're driving me insane.
Please refrain, and don't call me names.
In the night, we will fight
And at dawn, it will be alright.
But your face is burning bright.
Don't ignite.
No, not tonight.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, not tonight
You raise your hand
You said this would never happen again.
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The Grasping Straws New York, New York
psychedelic art rock
profile photo by Catie Poretta
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