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CULTURE
02:46
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OUR BODIES KEEP UP ALL NIGHT, OUR BODIES KEEP UP UP ALL NIGHT
KEEP US HAUNTED, KEEP US HAUNTED
GHOST IN THE CORNER OF MY BASEMENT
KEEP ME HAUNTED, KEEP ME HAUNTED
LESS STALLING, MORE RUNNING NOW
LESS STALLING
I TAKE MY BAGS OUT TO BREATHE
I HANG MY BAGGAGE OUT TO DRY
BLOOD IS DRIPPING DOWN MY TEETH AND I HATE THE WAY IT TASTES
EATING CRACKERS DEEP DOWN IN THE BASEMENT
OUR BODIES FATIGUED AND WEAK
BUT OUR HEADS KEEP US UP AND AWAKE
OUR MUSCLES TWITCH AND KEEP US UP
NERVE ENDINGS SWITCH AND ACT UP
IT’S NOT A QUESTION OF HOW MY LUNGS FEEL
IT’S THE SPACE THAT MY CHEST CREATES
LESS STALLING, MORE RUNNING NOW
LESS STALLING NOW
I TAKE MY BAGS OUT TO BREATHE
I HANG MY BAGGAGE OUT TO DRY
BLOOD IS DRIPPING DOWN MY TEETH AND I HATE THE WAY IT TASTES
EATING CRACKERS DEEP DOWN IN THE BASEMENT
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HALF AND HALF
02:14
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AND I’M CLIMBING SO HIGH JUST TO WATCH YOU LOSE
THE SUMMERS ARE SHORT AND THE WINTERS ARE CRUEL
WATCHING OUR BACKS FOR THE ICE CREAM TRUCK
LOONIES IN OUR HANDS, LET’S TRY OUR LUCK
WINDOWS OPEN AND BREEZES BLOWING THROUGH THE KITCHEN
WE’LL JUMP INTO THE YARD IN THE GRASSES AT THE BOTTOM
DEEP DOWN TO BE FREE FROM NIGHTMARES
HANG OUT IN THE TREES AND PRETEND WE’RE IN A JUNGLE
DEEP DOWN TO BE FREE
COME INTO MY ROOM JUST TO READ A STORY
ABOUT A LITTLE MONGOOSE NAMED RIKKI TIKKI TAVI
PULL UP A PLATE, PEEL A COUPLE POMEGRANATES
TOONIES IN OUR HANDS, YEA THIS IS MY FAMILY
WINDOWS OPEN AND BREEZES BLOWING THROUGH THE KITCHEN
WE’LL JUMP INTO THE YARD IN THE GRASSES AT THE BOTTOM
DEEP DOWN TO BE FREE FROM NIGHTMARES
HANG OUT IN THE TREES AND PRETEND WE’RE IN A JUNGLE
DEEP DOWN TO BE FREE
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PEOPLEVIOLENCE Toronto, Ontario
toronto x new york rnb'mo
drn, jon, kai, stephen
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