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theatre
04:47
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I’d pace this place and waste my days just to put a past away. Face to face with the human race to erase a phase from yesterday. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying. In an instant frozen in time, the theatre started to cry. Applauding, applauding a great demise. A downfall that once was implied. Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn. I’d love if you’d understand. B-Movie feels, that Doctor X appeal. A babe to drive one mad. Two-step into vertigo trippin over ten years ago. What could have been a beast within, she walks in as a vinyl spins. I’d pace this place and waste my days just to put a past away. Face to face with the human race to erase a phase from yesterday. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying. You’d dance at some damn disco show. Some feeling wouldn’t let go. It felt like a kiss but better than this, taunting torment among your bliss. You’d kick off your shoes to dance in your room and spend your days with another crew. Sweetie, frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn. I’d love if you’d understand. B-Movie feels, that Doctor X appeal. A babe to drive one mad. Two-step into vertigo trippin over ten years ago. What could have been a beast within, she walks in as a vinyl spins. Call this a note. Call this a verse. Whatever it is, I hope it works. Forgiving my hope to cry out a last giving ode. Water thy eyes. Oh my, your beautiful mind denies to cry or scream good-bye. No matter how far the distance, temptation loves some resistance. Manifesting your abominations, oblivious to our obligations. No matter how hard I tried, your vacant eyes still gazed at mine talking through a midnight cruise through the deepest blue nightfall views. You’re a spitting image of your enemy. A friend entity to meet you endlessly. Pushing you beyond your bounds. Flipping your world upside down. And to think you knew much more. A testament of what’s mine is yours. Oh mirror, mirror, on the wall this time I think I’ll take the fall.
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waltz
03:46
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You slip away when I talk to you as we waltz into the Moulin Rouge. You stomped feet. The dearest looked at me. Clasped my hands and set me free. I understand but I just can’t tell. Oh, darling, don’t say, “farewell”. You turn away and talk to him you say, “take me with you I don’t need to stay maybe it’s gonna be alright. I mean, they can’t see what I feel like inside. Maybe it’s gonna be alright. I mean, they can’t see what I feel like inside.” They are sending roses, sending kisses. You reminisce as they twist your wrist miss hopelessness. They are sending roses, sending kisses. You reminisce as they twist your wrist miss hopelessness. It’s all a blur what she wants to do. Even if the love is true. If love is blind then let it be reason of choice to make me leave. I understand but I just can’t tell. Oh, darling, don’t say, “farewell”. You turn away and talk to him you say, “take me with you I don’t need to stay maybe it’s gonna be alright. I mean, they can’t see what I feel like inside. Maybe it’s gonna be alright. I mean, they can’t see what I feel like inside.” I’ve outgrown the life I’ve once known. They’d hold hands just for show. In thy dreams they will then be seen preconceiving more memories. She said, “Although they’d drive me mad in love as you might have. I tend to think about you and the Lake Shore Drive views. An empty seats beside me in a world to find peace.” You turn away and talk to him you say, “take me with you I don’t need to stay maybe it’s gonna be alright. I mean, they can’t see what I feel like inside. Maybe it’s gonna be alright. I mean, they can’t see what I feel like inside.” They are sending roses, sending kisses. You reminisce as they twist your wrist miss hopelessness. They are sending roses, sending kisses. You reminisce as they twist your wrist miss hopelessness.
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silhouettes
04:03
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I’m dragging through the ease anticipating contemplating representing pleads. We’re running back and forth. The Silhouettes are playing much louder than before. I’m rushing out the door, almost falling to the floor. Uncaring for adore, I hear a soundscape of a score over our yells. What the hell? You’re daring for more? The loudest noise through Illinois, a crying girl and a misfit boy. The loudest noise through Illinois, a crying girl and a misfit boy. Onward to neon days to dance your troubles away. To tumble home and be alone waiting by a telephone. Shall I propose a toast to you? Your words hurt me the most. Flowers thrown inside a home, we’re young and yet we think we’re grown. The way you are, I feel so far. Like times we cried inside our cars. Sun sinks and night scenes just like a vice dream. Deja vu memories, maybe it’s meant to be. The world moves fast, you see. Your tears are temporary. The loudest noise through Illinois, a crying girl and a misfit boy. The loudest noise through Illinois, a crying girl and a misfit boy. I’m only seen in screaming scenes. I need to breathe. I can’t believe this crowded room of reds and blues a face so red I can’t forget. The loudest noise through Illinois, a crying girl and a misfit boy. Toss and turn around again, my, my. Toss and turn about to start a fight. To strike a pose in some bright blue jeans. Just like a dancing queen. Toss and turn around again, my, my. Toss and turn about to start a fight. To strike a pose in some bright blue jeans. Just like a dancing queen. Oh I know, oh I know, oh I know, oh I know who you are, who you are, who you are, who you are, and you know, and you know, and you know, and you know who you are, who you are, who are, who you are.
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void
04:27
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You dance the dance like no one else. You care for no one but yourself. And there’s more reasons you might lose. Forbidden practice to my lou. How do I stop this empty feeling? I see the sky but I hit the ceiling. And as you said every word inside your head, I think I must have been misled instead. What is it like to see me from the other side? I see reflections in your eyes, you see a monster in disguise. What is it like to see me from the other side? I see reflections in your eyes, you see a monster in disguise. You’re making friends with life long fiends. Pretending that you are happy. You’re thinking it’s what you must need. All me, all you, and the machines. How do I stop this empty feeling? I see the sky but I hit the ceiling. And as you said every word inside your head, I think I must have been misled instead. We’re dancing through the halls. Vanilla sky and all. Lights flashing by and by. Life flashed before my eyes and now I see what was once in front of me. Like the last scene on a silver screen. I can look at the child a world mistook. With toy cars on top of grandpa’s books. In a room underground with my sky since I was two. Mom would paint it bright blue. How do I stop this empty feeling? I see the sky but I hit the ceiling and as you said every word inside your head, I think I must have been misled instead. What is it like to see me from the other side? I see reflections in your eyes, you see a monster in disguise. What is it like to see me from the other side? I see reflections in your eyes, you see a monster in disguise.
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