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Annie From Community
03:07
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we do our best while we are young
I will not like it when weâre done
what has this city left for me?
an empty bike lane by the sea
and so I wonât be where you are
I sold my soul, my plans, my heart
and when the streets are crowded with people in the heat
then Iâll feel free
we shave our heads to feel a thing
working on songs - they are so broke
itâs all nostalgia around here
thereâs nothing left for you and me
and so I wonât be where you are
I sold my soul, my plans, my heart
and when the streets are crowded with people in the heat
then Iâll feel free
and so I wonât be where you are
and so I wonât be where you are
and so I wonât be where you are
and so I wonât be where you are
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Visual Diaries
03:23
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all is blur
all is nothing
are you in a daze?
stuck inside
for so long
will you know my name?
howâs your touch?
feeling empty
do you feel the same?
mesmerized
by these four walls
Iâve been here for days
blinded / by the / chance of you
rushing / crushing / split in two
all is blur
all is nothing
are you in a daze?
stuck inside
for so long
will you know my name?
blinded / by the / chance of you
rushing / crushing / split in two
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Summer Salt
02:55
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days are all the same
every weekend sucks a bit more
heat wave on your face
bare feet on the hallway
you want something thatâs so hard to find
and itâs not for me
baby why donât we
flash a light into the ceiling?
sky just hurts my eyes
and I find winter more appealing
you want something thatâs so hard to find
and itâs not for me
iâve written down all there is to see
maybe thereâs still time
weâve just lost it all
all the fun is lost forever
add some summer salt
or Iâll just meet you in december
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elevator down, to find me
what have you been up to since youâve left my mind?
it was all in my head, all this time
all the waiting eyes were never kind
you kept me close, to please me
curiosity has made it easy
silent all the alarms, Iâll be fine
itâs a stretch to believe your words were mine
âcause youâre escaping through the glass again
but then she gets into your head
and when youâre trying to go out instead
you never know which way to go
you could write a book, then burn it
as a reckless sign of apathy
you got lost in the way, weâre just two strangers
thereâs a sign on the wall, that will guide us maybe
âcause youâre escaping through the glass again
but then she gets into your head
and when youâre trying to go out instead
you never know which way to go
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Here, Somewhere
02:55
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making room for something cool
paint your hair in shades of pink
walk around and close down bars
hear a song to change your life
I donât wanna dance, alone
are we allowed to go? take me somewhere
margaritas in your bed
what a waste of social souls
and then Iâll put my mind to rest
and let this happiness be whole
I donât wanna dance, alone
are we allowed to go? take me somewhere
I donât wanna dance, alone
are we allowed to go? take me somewhere
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6. |
Only You
04:09
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we take a walk in the city
no one knows me like you do
we climb the highest building
just to stop the time
pretending weâre so lazy
sleeping in the gallery
a somersault on the sidewalk
itâs just fantasy
only you
I can see youâre whole tonight
and I know you see me too
always / sometimes
I can see me in yourself
so I fall right by your side
weâre going down to the arcade
like a piece of modern art
but as youâre dressed for the moonlight
weâre just passing by
avenues are empty
watching forever as we leave
no stories are written
with no company
only you
I can see youâre whole tonight
and I know you see me too
always / sometimes
I can see me in yourself
so I fall right by your side
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