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Poor Paradise
03:54
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I feel what God feels
I know what God knows
There are places out there still to find
And I'll stay by your side
Could we be the first to dance on Mars
With our parade of stars
They march along our scars
These dreams of mine are yet to be defined
I'll just wait to see how all of this unwinds
We will be the first to dance on Mars
With our parade of stars
They march along our scars
Once they are done they'll pace the avenue
And silence resumes as the echoes leave our view
Will they come back, I guess we'll never know
Until we follow through
Or fall back down to Earth
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2. |
Every Color - demo
02:42
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Drive through the flood
Shake off the mud
Get where you're going just get there faster
Play it off like you planned it
Somersault down the hill and land with both feet planted
I'm fanning the flame
I hung all the frames so I knew they'd stay in place
Send off my love
Paint me an idol with every color
A cordial attempt to keep my imagination ever-glowing
I'm staking my claim for feeling the same way
Focused in wonder
Seeking another fate
But it's so overrated
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It's like your mother said
"It's all in your head"
Even if you refuse to believe it, it still embeds
An avalanche of time slams upon the room
And it's my turn to dig us out
Explosions hang relentlessly
Until the morning when the lights come out
So get up, get out, break it down, take it in
Bleed it out, turn around
There's no time to be lonely
Wake up, load out, shake it down, breathe it in
Work it out, for the scene
Because you're tired of trying to change
Do you remember the screams
Little simple dreams
An early symptom of dying in your sleep
Tell me if you're happy
I never realized fame is just worrying about your family and your friends
So get up, get out, break it down, take it in
Bleed it out, turn around
There's no time to be lonely
Wake up, load out, shake it down, breathe it in
Work it out, for the scene
Because you're tired of trying to change
Is somebody singing my name when I'm not around?
Explosions hang relentlessly
Until the morning when the lights come out
So get up, get out, break it down, take it in
Bleed it out, turn around
There's no time to be lonely
Wake up, load out, shake it down, breathe it in
Work it out, for the scene
Because you're tired of trying to change
Is somebody singing my name when I'm not around?
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