1. |
Breathing Underwater
05:21
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This feels like falling
But I can't feel the wind
And I can't clearly see
I am breathing, breathing
I'm breathing underwater
I'm breathing underwater
I'm breathing underwater
I'm falling, falling, falling free
There seems to be something
That was rearranged in here
I don't think I feel like me
I am breathing, breathing
I'm breathing underwater
I'm breathing underwater
I'm breathing underwater
I'm falling, falling, falling free
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2. |
When I Sleep
04:25
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There are things that pass through my mind
In through the left and out through the right
Though I remember them for a while
I can keep none of them alive
They're like sand that I try to take
With a shovel my hands try to make
That find their way out anyway
Through my fingers I loosely arrange
Oh, when I sleep
Or when I take a deep breath
Everything's okay
Or maybe I am just dead
There are times that things don't make sense
Like what I've written was never really there
Though for a second I'd recollect
I can feel nothing from any of them
They're like sand that I try to take
With a shovel my hands try to make
That find their way out anyway
Through my fingers I loosely arrange
Oh, when I sleep
Or when I take a deep breath
Everything's okay
Or maybe I am just dead
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3. |
Blackout
04:07
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Blacked out lines
And titles on spines
Torn off leaves
But no one sees
I don't know
What you don't show
Missing words
From newspapers
Those unseen
From the small screens
I believe
What I receive
I got to walk the whole way back
I got to find the hidden stacks
I got to walk the whole way back
I got to find, to find, to find
A secret stare
That no one's aware
A stolen kiss
That no one feels
I don't know
What you don't show
Hearts that purr
But left unheard
Restless feet
That knows no street
I believe
What I receive
I got to walk the whole way back
I got to find the hidden stacks
I got to walk the whole way back
I got to find, to find, to find
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4. |
Same Old Things
04:13
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Come play, sense, see
The calm same old sea
Mind can troll and
Swim, feel the current
Think, start to think
Mindless happiness?
Think, start to think
Makeshift blindness?
Con form, miss 'em
The hard-boiled systems
Mind can troll and
Tinker with the machines
Think, start to think
Mindless happiness?
Think, start to think
Makeshift blindness?
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5. |
Running Home
05:06
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Seems like I've forgotten to come back
To the places that I swore I'd always call home
I might have forgotten the use of
My feet and my legs, that I never went back home
I got to run away
Stay away from here
Been like forever since last time
That I think I could get lost on my back home
I might have forgotten the use of
My feet and my legs, but I'm running home
I got to run away
Stay away from here
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The Juliens Manila, Philippines
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