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• Artiste: William Doyle
• Titre: Counterfeit Moon
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tell it to the boys who don't have a clue they tried to swing low from the rising moon but gravity's logic is falling behind pretty soon, we will be able to climb the melodies are holding up the other stars and the resonant frequencies are sounding from afar and all of those kids with their hands in the air tried to touch reflections of the winding stairs that lead us to where our conscious ends and even our imagination struggles to defend the depth and the waste of a deep, deep place where nothing is apparent and our steps are not traced too much to comprehend in such a tiny room can't tell the lies from the blatant truth so I made another deal with the devils of fate and said "I never want to come back to this place" some songs last longer in our ringing ears so we sing them over and over again and some words speak louder than all of our fears so we don't have to relive them again cut yourself trying to grasp at the star pointed edges and a permanent scar right across your body in an instant or two never look back unless you really have to arbitrary lines in your black notebook you blame all your peers for the time they took just to say single thing to your weary face silence will put you back in your place