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• Artiste: This Holiday Life
• Titre: With Regards To Summer
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These blurring lines into questions bend my mind Likened to times that I realize That I hold the key to a door inbetween me and forevermore And you're waiting for me. With time still and fixed in this darkened hall It seems so endless with the paintings on the wall All the pauper-painted portraits are so enticing They lead to my regress and you're waiting for me. Summer's here Sweat stained from fear Of what happens when I push this door in? And questions of, "Who will I become?" And "Will I find you there... endlessly waiting?" These halls lead me on as the line leads to you Surreal imaginations on this canvas dreamed in blue Of "what is beyond?" and "who you are?" leaves me hungry for more A shadow and the door, and you're waiting. Summer's here Sweat stained from fear Of what happens when I push this door in? And questions of "who will I become?" And "will I find you there...endlessly waiting?" Did they find you there Amidst the wild stares of the painters who never dared to care And we've lingered in these hallways This summer I'm pushing through this door All I know is that you have to be there (x4)