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:(
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Ghost
03:51
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once the ghost had passed / the children played and ran / their shoes, they failed to last, / but their young minds began / they know when the silence comes
but, they were a ghost i couldn't see, / with parents fondly in love, / and toys buried under the tree / nothing came from above / they know when the silence comes
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Patchwork
03:50
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oh, seraph from above came down / her fire burns brightly through her gown / my heart is not my own, / for she and i are together sewn
oh, seraph from above came down / lost not her beauty with her feathered crown / my heart is not my own, / for she and i are forever sewn
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Never Meant
02:54
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let's just forget / everything said / everything we did / best friends and better halves / goodbyes / and the autumn night / when we realized / we were falling out of love
but we never did
not to be overly dramatic / i just think it's best, 'cause you can't miss what you forget / so let's just pretend everything and / anything between you and me was never meant
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His Death Shall Bring
04:26
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and we whisper softly, our breath illuminated with / silken strands adorning a bereft throne upon soil / we respire harshly, our skin arrayed in silent white, / under blanket left behind in night as black as oil
we are: structured, subjected to a mold, / created as empyreally fit, / sculpted, faceless, with no identity / surely existence must be more than this?
yet each year we sink one ring deeper and / we draw shorter and shorter breaths until / our lungs are cut short and cease to function / entirely; we whisper no more, our / thrones upon soil toppled and atrophic / our beating hearts extinguished at the wick
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Becoming Nothing
02:54
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with wires wrapped around your ears like vines / the alcohol and cigarettes turn your body cold and blind / with dreams of tongues that fill my tiny mouth / i can't open my eyes; when i do, only flies come out
stony brooks and stolen books that you have never read / all under the christmas tree, tied up with green thread
i went to the movie theater last new year's eve / bud was bought and guns were shot, but meaning came to leave / this simple and eloquent fact that is poking and teasing / this feeling that made you want to continue breathing
the trees all came alive, turned their bodies into rings / as i turn into nothing, while my body began to sing
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:)
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Gaby and the Thurstones Rochester, New York
Gaby and the Thurstones are a triple singer-songwriter conglomerate from Rochester, New York. The group formed through mutual friendship in early 2012.
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