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Paroles: Small Brown Bike. Nail Yourself To The Ground. Blank Landscapes.


I miss myself more than anything. I can't go back to where I can be seen. No, not tonight. Sometimes I feel like I stayed home and slept. No one is here and my progress goes unchecked, but on this night. I can't lift this up. I wander through these blank landscapes. Searching I want to reach back. I want to return home now. I can see you standing there (Can't forget about the others, Can't forgive for all of the others) I can feel me falling here. The sleep I took tonight was stolen from ghosts who haunt and I can't control them, No, not tonight. They make me feel like I'm just stalling out. I'm not the one and my fears are falling now, but on this night. I can't lift this up