MASSA NERA - Lost Faces

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MASSA NERA - Lost Faces
We repeat what we don't repair.
Lost Faces
You're just faces lost in time and I keep trying to hold on
But so close is too far and I'm already gone
I'm already gone, gone
I flashback, the scent in the air rewinds the time
Placing me in memories that somehow shine
Like diamonds and they just get brighter the farther I get
If I really broke your heart, did I father this shit
This craziness and pain that you throw at me
If you looked back in your memories, tell me could you see
The brighter times, the lighter times, the this little light of mine
I'mma make it shine, and I tried to going as long as I could
It's crazy because, when we started out, we were more than good
But things just got shitty and it's kind of like that adage
When you started to tripping, I gave you my baggage
And I know I said I'd never let you carry alone
But you're just a face in time and I'm already gone
Lost Faces
Do you ever think about the people you see in photographs? Where they are now? What they were like? What they were looking at or how they felt? If they had sisters or brothers or a mother who loved them? Did those little children in urbanization photos grow up and have children? Did they go to school with our parents? Are their children the sales persons at our favorote stores? The cashiers at the supermarket? Or did the children in the photos catch a cold the day after the photo was taken? Did they pass away in an accident on the job mere weeks after their faces were captured? Can they recount the day they looked into the eyes of the photographer? Where are the stories of these lost faces?
Melle
maaaaaaaaaaan. i love this fucking song! BigK.O.M.A chicago born and raised.
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