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used (black kites)
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Hey sugar, Hey sugar
Just to watch you sleep. Just to hear you speak.
Stay. Everything you say. You know it gives you, just gives you away
Stay, Sugar gasoline. When you're nineteen, when you're nineteen.
Sugar, if I keep it near, will it keep you here, will it keep you here.
Stay, your leaving just gives you away. Your leaving just gives you away.
Just a man that's stuck in the cracks
Just a victim of the things he lacks
Just a man that will never feel whole
Just a victim of the one's who stole
Moving forward, going blind
Bleeding wrists, breaking binds
I've spent my life swimming through concrete
Head bent low being pounded by sleat
Why spend life feeling sorry for yourself
You can bend the bars and just break out
I cut my bonds off at the wrist
I was ashamed at how well they fit
Listen to me, hear my words
they're all lies
they're all lies
they're all lies
they're all lies
Tonight I walk these streets and the stars themselves will hide
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scrimshaw (convulsions)
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We're so fucking irresponsible.
I just wish we could do what's right for the world instead of what feels good.
I'm a hypocrite, I hate myself so much.
We live behind the glass, I feel so out of touch.
Locked inside my cage, raised to live my life by despondency.
Welcome to the Grey Coral Graveyard, where you will wait forever.
Courage lacks inside ourselves. We always wait for foreign help.
Look inside me, see what I see.
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Angels with wooden teeth never trust the trees.
I'm slowly learning from the damage you delivered when you sent the crushing blow.
I'm slowly killing all the pain returned to sender and it's more than you could know.
A hospital decked with bows.
A Christmas spent curtains closed.
Bad news strikes, cut me down.
A suit replaced with a plain blue gown.
This time you better be right or you can count me out.
A death bed, burned.
.can't quit.
Worrying night after night.
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If I tell myself that this is for you then I can keep going.
The distance from my bed to the door is littered with the memories of the ones who came before you, and I know that you will start to guess who left the wrinkles on the sheets you lay on every night now.
D: Look at me
N: I swear this is real
D: Look at me
N: I swear I feel you
D: Moving in through me
N: This just needs to stop
D: Playing with me
N: This just needs to stop
Embrace me
Feel my warmth coursing through your bones
Erase me
Whatever makes you feel less alone
And you start to cry
As you touch my chest
And I remember my bed's a rats nest
And the plague is in full effect
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In my dreams, I'm clutching my father by the shirt
He starts to slip, he gets harder and harder to hold
Pull
On a ship, we outrun a wave as it breaks
We try to stay, but he's just left in it's wake.
Then I shift I find myself in my bed.
A shadow moves it closes in on my bed.
Then it mounts me it claws at my face.
It tells me demons will stay relentless
This time I awake it's real.
Sweat pours down, my vomit stings.
I'm doubled up in pain.
I'm waiting for my head to heal.
Remembering my home,
the room where spirits would watch me
I remember he would cry
I swear sometimes he still watches
Spirits still cry for me
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adagio830 Berlin, Germany
Adagio830 started in 1997 as a small distro out of my bedroom and a little bit later the first release has been out. The
Cole Quintet LP got co-released with various other Diy Labels back then and since then we released tons of records by friends and I´m proud of everything single releases I did over the years.
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