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Qwel - 1221 lyrics
She figures this forming of mourning, this mourning of haunting is hopeless And copes with the storming of ugly with born again vultures Belonging, that the song that she's longing to sing Is ringing the stinging of wanting of opiates Only-its Hopes she gets over this holiest mountain The focus blips out of it Down a bit lower The loneliness fits like the rope she grips So closely it hinges Sees only it Cold and rejected, perfected alone we can see it Co-exist This oubliette name of it, new regret Who forgets how we fuck up, don't deserve it The purpose no secret, she seeks it and flirts with it Percosett weakness and weekends of nervous sweats Wrenchin her guts and her mind Obstructin her mind Clutchin the rungs but there's drugs on the climb Whisper, the sun doesn't shine Flickering candles, the annals of time No bickering, fickle mechanical, anna go blind, anna go blind, anna go blind, anna go blind I see her sitting in her favorite corner Figuring on her fingers and toes How she figures she knows what everyone else is thinking Only she knows Besides me |
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