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• Artiste: albacore wings
• Titre: Into A Photography
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this time the silence is for real drama makes it second hand warmed up spat out thrown away pathetic intend all your aspects cut my heart the violin has stopped to play an "x" marks every memory and dark clods hide the stars we are searching for what is this breathing for when we inhale chloroform dripped onto the rose you smell as I knee down I want to get away from here get away from here I drop the knife the blood reflects the sun, reflects it all the flames burn bubbles in photographs when you're dead I'm dead that's the way it is sons and daughters get blurred by the tears on their cheeks lovers and loved write their names in the sand but no ship will come no ship will ever come nothing will ever happen this time the silence is for real drama makes it second hand warmed up, spat out thrown away pathetic intend all your aspects cut my heart away the violin has stopped to play a "x" marks every memory and dark clods hide the stars we were searching for as I knee down I want to get away from here get away from here. I drop the knife the blood reflects the sun reflects it all from this hell I rise...