music, covers and fragments.
I cant' get the signal
quiet exhaustion
All identities melt
Back to the pulse
You know it but you try
You moaning idiot
We burn too soon
I really hope you reach me there
we were almost saved
nothing breaks, nothing moves
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Torn me out of this photograph
November calls
In the blur of the streets
Unlock the door please
We won't blink
I kept watching the town
You know...
I hope the ground
Am I good enough ?
I'll be the cup if you should bleed.
How right you were.
what have we found ?
I love you encore
Words can bring me down.
Is this where I'm going to?
She's pure as New York snow.
Gambling on words.
If my heart's soaking wet.
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