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The Gloryhole
03:03
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1. Gloryhole
No calls, no mutual friends
These evenings bury me
Just window and liter of strike sky
You can find me being jerking in
closets morning coffee shops
I'm weak I'm sick I'll die alone
I deceived myself of living
When was running for the dream
I was praying for the sun
But there was night
Who would care if you whisper
Who would care if you worried
From grief and the cheapest cigarettes
And I guess that good
Is irrevocably gone
And all that's left
An opened door
And I know that
Spit-covered stairwell is my gloryhole
And I would like to go
But have no place to go
All my bitterness is not a fake
And I had just regrets in the nearest past
But I was sure I could resist
No more dreaming of train stations and no more knocking railway road
I feel I'm stoned and drinking all the time
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2. |
Exhausted
03:27
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2. Exhausted
I'm walking exhausted
The path keeps running down
Such an ordinary way back home
I'm walking exhausted
Without intentions
Without any hopes
And miles under my feet
Are turning to rivers
And try to wash my grief away
I'm walking exhausted
Just try to understand
Keep calm and feel my patience
And everything you say
Is just a way to feel the same
Same rules
Same mistakes
Same castles in the air
They crashing every day
And how just could you dare
To sympathize yourself
Just take a look at me
Take a look at my back
Have something to forget
Have nothing to remember
And every single day
I beg myself to stay this way
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The Endless Roads
02:28
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3. The Endless Roads
I can’t remember all the roads we used to walk
Shadows of road signs
Incoming messages and talks
We spoke a whole year
About smell of summer dust
We’re getting crazy in our dreams
But used to run around
Nineteen years old:
Today there’s no way home
No place that I call fucking home
Can you imagine?
I won’t be home for seven years
Will you be waiting?
Or put my number to black list
Today, day after and day before
Life never asked for more.
And now it’s leading to nowhere
I think we must go there
No end in sight
I owe you much; you’re begging me to stay
Refuse the dream, horizon
“Maybe not today”
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Memorial Day
03:29
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4. Memorial Day
This day is maybe the hardest day
We've ever used to know
All familiar graves are opening
And calling me to visit them
Tonight
Like autumn leaves
Like autumn leaves frustrated me
In bottles of cheap wine
I have no choice
I have to go
Graveyards can't save me
From this everything I used to walk away from
Memories of days being do upset
I can't testify this damage anymore
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5. First sunrise, last sunrise
No regrets! No sadness
Who cares when your world is crashing down
Feel worry, breath blizzard
I know you still waiting for the sun
What should I do
Just to be heard
Most of my word are suffocating under pillow
Train
Comeback again
And take me to the south
Take back
All memories
And pull the trigger down
That's only thing I do deserve
Omissions turn to memories
Long way home
From first to last sunrise
And photos are turning to dust
These beds unmade
not comfortable at all
I ll never dream again
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