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Lights & Motion - Home
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Well I'm lost again, as my world finds it's end. No safe place to exist, but to pretend we never did.
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U137 - The Poet
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are you wishing on a star. did you know your dreams are sold. to people who dream only of gold. they'll find a way to pull stars down. stand there. dance with a memory. the caption reads it's all over now. do you feel alone in the secret. are you standing there just weeping. do you feel the light is gone. is it hard to remain strong. in the face of all you know. in a world that's brought you low
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The sky was gold until it rained. But I wasn't ready for a sign of god. So I'm still here waiting. Not willing to be blinded like a fool. And like the silence I surround you. I pull apart the seams. And separate the sound. But my eager arms are full. And that's how it's got to stay dear. For better or for worse. Well sleep when time allows. Defy all of my strength and make a man of me. (I swear I will let you in). Your saga is something I can't read. Your solace is something I don't need. Asleep or still?
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you slid your hand underneath mine. our fingers. hearts. oh so entwined. but how time quickly passes by. our fingers. hearts. soon came apart. love escaped us like the setting sun. our fingers. hearts. in darkness came undone. love is a setting sun. love escaped us like a setting sun. our love in darkness came undone
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Dorena - The Morning Bus
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shackled to the weight of what we've lost. rules and regulations, ticking clocks. now there's no map to find our way back home. disoriented is all we've ever known. losing sense, pounding and flashing lights. still it looks like the end of the world at the end of the night. promises that get so hard to keep. i'm holding my stomach, singing myself to sleep. we're praying for blackouts now (we're getting out, we're getting out). i know somehow we're getting out. follow me down here, i won't look back. for fear of reprisals, the weight of the counter attack. dividing the spoils of a war we could never endorse. ending our lives in the red seems par for the course. we're praying for blackouts now (we're getting out, we're getting out). i know somehow we're getting out. day after day, cradle to grave. i'm still the same boy i always was. if i should die, think this of me. i'm still the same boy i always was
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