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Boots strapped to my feet
Pack strapped to my spine
Got you on the wire
Baby get in line
Saw you on your rooftop
Yes I will
Promise you won’t forget
I mean that forreal
Pray you keep me safe, my heart is wired for sorrow
I met you yesterday but I live for tomorrow
I don’t wanna leave now but I really gotta go
I need you on my flight, but I don’t need you in my home
I don’t like those odds
But I kinda like that tone
I’ll have to catch my flight
By myself, but not alone
Meet me at the station
I can never be on time
The language’s lost on me
And I need another dime
Pray you keep me safe, my heart is wired for sorrow
I met you yesterday but I live for tomorrow
I don’t wanna leave now but I really gotta go
Follow me to Denmark, I will follow you to Rome
Mercury
Be good to me
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your head is always up in space
and you’re thinking about the universe and its implications
and i’m thinking about the way you write and the notes you take and the conversations
if we’re made of dust and we’re made of bones
then why is every part of me lit up when we’re alone
put my heart on an electrical wire and when you call me i’ll surely catch on fire
but i don’t mind
because loving you makes the time pass so fast
i can’t even feel my body turning to ash
your head is always in the stars
and you’re thinking about space and time and their usefulness
and i’m thinking about the planets and how they
moved to orbit us into blissfulness
if we’re made of dust and we’re made of bones
then why is every part of me lit up when we’re alone
put my heart on an electrical wire and when you call me i’ll surely catch on fire
but i don’t mind
because loving you makes the time pass so fast
i can’t even feel my body turning to ash
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I see new clouds traced like contoured paintings
Duel engines and temptation to shoot the fucker down
My jaw tired stringed and fresh acquainting
Draw the wire taut and pluck a telegram-y sound
And the window screams my name,
The duel meaning of its pa(i)n(e)
Primal nature calling me head-first
And I can see it from your room
It's the moon but a balloon
And I’m just waiting for it to burst
We’re a little less than straight unnerving
A body to get used to topped off with the family hair
Cross back to our homeland we’re observing
All pedantic inferences from grandpa’s Croix De Guerre
And the edge of couch refrain
Sung out to the windowpane
The homonym perhaps could be coerced
And I can see it from your room
It's the moon but a balloon
And I’m just waiting for it to burst
The fogging glass goes hand in hand
With moonlight farce to reprimand
The passing bliss would recommend
We wish against a bitter end
The jogging pace could reaffirm
Electing thoughts served past their term
Rusting stairs left to descend
We’re wishing for a better end
As I’m trying to convince
You’ve been better than me since
You wrote your notebook titles in boldface
Its the string tied to your room
Its the moon but a balloon
And I just want to ride it to space
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Meteor showers and cell phone towers
Satellites and aeroplanes
There’s a million lights in the midnight sky
But only one bears your name
Gravity came creeping
Over the couch where you slept that night
Hands they started reaching
And I whispered into the quiet
There’s a heaviness in love and I want you to know
It weighs on my mind and stays in my blood wherever I go
They’re cutting the lights out now as I lose myself in a dream
I still can’t escape your gravity
Hospital rooms with the skyline view
Are the kind we both can admire
Stepping out into canyon blind
As we walk this invisible tightrope wire
Just as the gears went shifting
Suddenly found my breath
I could feel as feet started lifting then
And I gave you all that I had left
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Samuel - Cassini
04:25
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Before the stars escape my sight
Before the pretty image takes my life
Set the sun in lasting rays
Wired back to golden days
Rings and things lead me through the clouds
I’m burning
Metal walls collapsing with a sigh
I confess I’m way too young to die
Set my shoulders bite my tongue
Scream the songs I should’ve sung
Leave the rings behind me for the crowd
And burn up
Rise and shine you sailors in the sky
Atmospheric entry cast me down my battle cry
Photographs belay me to a home I’ll never see
Charred to ash in glorious apogee
Fire its a blanket hold me tight
Rock me gently drift into the night
What a way to end my days
A shooting star a blinking blaze
Greet your grand destruction as a friend
And burn up
Rise and shine you sailors in the sky
Atmospheric entry cast me down my battle cry
Photographs belay me to a home I’ll never see
Charred to ash in glorious apogee
Read and weep you sailors in the sky
Atmospheric entry cast me down my battle cry=
Photographs belay me to a home I’ll never see
Charred in ash and glorious apogee
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Let’s go.
Time to begin.
Pointless
To resist, my friend.
The town has turned into
Glass-covered ice.
What will you do with your
Last night?
Don’t let them tell you it’ll
Always stay that way.
Once the circle’s been formed
We won’t see the gray
Dust covered sky.
Time’s tied to wire.
Can you survive
The 84-year wild?
What do
You think you will feel?
Can you touch
The star-scattered fields?
Keep your knees against
The clear divide.
This is the feeling of
Being alive.
Don’t let them tell you it’ll
Always stay that way.
Once the circle’s been formed
We won’t see the gray.
Dust covered sky.
Time’s tied to wire.
Can you survive
The 84-year wild?
Dust covered sky.
Time’s tied to wire.
Can you survive
The 84-year wild? (x3)
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Consider this an open letter of apology
I try to make amends but most my friends don’t wanna bother me
I guess it’s the result of going ghost from time to time
Could Danny phantom even fathom suicide?
I lose track of the weeks as summer turns to fall
I put on my mask and proudly play the oddball
It’s funny how the clown can always keep a smile on
But out of light and out of touch his sorrows worth a mile long
Meanwhile the fool can write and drink and smoke aplenty
Simply part of process to down a fifth with swift assembly
Missed the heaven, see the moons, slowly drowning in a pool of absolute black with dead light to shine through
I am a traveler of both time and space
Monitoring oxygen levels and food intake
Have a destination but I’m not sure if you’ll get the message
Cannot let my mind drift off not even for a second
Is it Munson or Camille
Do you know just how she’d feel
Can you please stop talking bout her, she’s been dead for five years
Wonder who’s the next to go
Is it me I’d like to know
I cannot believe I’d leave my mother all alone
If it’s me, then what of him? What about the other twin? If I’m gone then what becomes of my own brethren? Baby blue eyes I don’t wanna see em hurt. Don’t wanna see em lose they color, please don’t let this be another life lesson, teaching moment, I have had more than enough, thought I wouldn’t leave you all well then I might just call the cluff
Maybe here there’s something new
Maybe I won’t have to choose
Hope this message is wired through
Hope to see you in Neptune
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BENNTY Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
I'm not always careful with what I say, so I try to be careful with what I sing.
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