1. |
BROOKS WAS HERE
06:27
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What went wrong with this?
I don't feel it real anymore
I'm not supposed to be here
What's wrong with me?
No one notice that I'm always here with you
En lo profundo del fin del fondo del mundo
Swallowed by a world that I don't feel part of
disappearing in the darkness
I'm stuck in the things we could never do together
We speak in silence
At the bottom of the bottom of the world
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2. |
SO WAS RED
04:20
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3. |
DEADFILM SPELLED WRONG
03:05
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4. |
INTERLÚDICO
02:35
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5. |
FRECKLES
03:07
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I'm just a familiar face, I know I ain't a priority
There is someone so much better in your future waiting
Waiting for a chance to meet you but
You don't even looked into their eyes
Spending all the weekend all alone and tired, awake for days
Days Will never come back, it Was just a waste of time
All the nights I wished to be with you
I think I might never get it through
And all of this Moments Will be lost like tears in rain
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6. |
01/30/22
04:14
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Tan solo es luz lo que te despierta
Amanecer tan solo, y tan aliviado
Tendría que haberme quedado en casa
En la esquina mas triste de la ciudad
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7. |
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Painting broad strokes of black brings blood down my head
I can't handle anymore phone calls telling me another friend is dead
And I miss your laugh, and I miss your smile
It'd be nice to hear from you every once in a while, but you're gone
I will never be able to ask how you've been
Or where you are or how could I lose another friend?
I tried to destroy me too
Hell only knows what I've been through
So I left my regrets at the foot of my bed
And I promised when I'm older, I wouldn't forget
How to cut myself open just to rinse myself clean again
Your death hangs over my every move
Everything is a constant reminder of you
So you haunt me, so you haunt me
So that I can haunt you too
I can haunt you too if you want me to
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8. |
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Leave all the sad songs for when you are at home
And bring the happy ones to the sing along
Some kind of random talks of cells in your brain
They're trying to tell all the things you can't say
As you walk on the beach at night alone
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9. |
RANDOM TALKS
06:10
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Some kind of random talks of cells in your brain
They're trying to tell all the things you can't say
As you walk on
En lo profundo del fin del fondo del mundo
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