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on the house
There is an hour in the evening Doomed to forever tell Of cursed lovers All prayers begin to feel like Just poetry White stone steps Disappear in muddy waters I'd follow our story All the way to Tbilisi I would Had I not known What time it is
i'll tell you when i'm sober
I should be I should have already I shouldn't have Trust me Most of these I'd gladly fulfill Be and do Yet whoever would complete The necessary ways Only believes in 'should' Without a tint of willingness Call it awareness So I never will
dancers
I won't tell anyone Of the bad advice your heart gave you Though there was nothing shameful Trust me I forgot the past Drowned it in a glass There was no horizon Just navy blue and azure Were we meant to remember those clouds? Were we meant to call them ours?
see you soon
I like the winding roads Villages and sea Holding his waist tight Such luck We're of the same mind That is the rush, but I think I can feel my heartbeat In harmony with yours Back in our room
I keep 10 euros in my wallet What for, we don't use them here - Chapter by chapter, I've told my story Took a bit long Broke the stare with the mirror Yesterday's oaths and certainities Bring only shame The life inside Is clawing its way out So I keep the money To spend it somewhere new soon
good as gold
The possibilities, good as gold Covert in our minds Warm hand on my arm Tasting the words unsaid
The first unattainable Without a tint of sadness Like I was ready to fool time See you soon, again
Is this sincerity, entrusted Or am I too far gone
I always knew of destiny Bringing a knife to gunfights Until I lost a battle To the enemy I have yet to meet Hebe, insulted slightly Mocked my efforts Desperate grip If someone knows of time Of dead ends It's her
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There nests something, right next to the heart Doesn't stab it but, palpably Adds needle after needle Shame, incredulity Frustration - It's as specific as it is general Eludes me Encases Humiliation, but rootless Unable to treat
