the feeling left like a child in winter

even the silence came back in B Flat

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we were almost something sacred

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the club on Church St. feels more prejudiced than pridedise.

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i was waiting at the club that night

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still I remain under the dark root

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Your Voice Still Lives in My Headphones at 3AM

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collision inside my head

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my body shuts dow like a motel sign

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I keep hearing you in things that aren’t you

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