This is why they used to pray. Then I guess I'll just begin again. Promised Land||I'll settle down and watch some television |. The china is smashed on the floor. All of my beliefs, they come back to me. And they didn't even put up a fight.
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Just off to the side. Think I'm addicted to your light. Show us how to die well. Still Here is a song recorded by HONEYMOAN for the album Weirdo that was released in 2020. The boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon sign. I've been looking for truth.
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Confronting my life. And that′s just not that cool. Baby's neptune is in your moon. Of who you are and where you're from. Nothing to hold me down. We're waking up the dead. Your clothes don't fit you. The man's quiet, the woman's fine. And I need to feel that you're not holding me.
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My therapist said not to see you no more. If you show that you're happy inside then you're gonna get busted. Lost all your colours, now life's in black and white. My self-righteous mind. Why put your faith in facts when you can lie? Chain Mail||High voice, deep inside |. Either way, I'm in awe of you. Find your bullet inside.
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Love can change anything. That's why I'm singing. Hide the shape I'm in. The show is just beginning. So live to your shine. These rollercoaster screams.
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And I'll fix her a cup of coffee. Meet you in dreams tonight. A range of human beings. Whatever your incline. And a restless need is what drives me. On a window in a heatwave. But I can see their fear, do they know more than me. You fill in names with the unexplained all told. I'm still that lost and lonely child.
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Fears that I can't face or blame away. I mean who's to blame. War is just about business. Get out, get out, get out of the rain. The sun is in your eye. Baby's on the ground. It's a one way trip.
I always twist my ego with my soul. Shaking together releasing the fever in skin. Of the tribe who drowned in the grave of gold. Halo, ooh ooh, oh... Halo, ooh oh... |Hammer Strings||Instrumental||song discography|. Innocent witness, he testified. To see your son on Saturdays.