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9/13 in chicago
02:26
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im in limbo
I can't help but ask the time
where is my mind
second guessing
castles buried in the sand
it never ends
we never forget
the nights we can't recollect
why're you so sinuous
why are you so winding
always swing and a miss
never perfect timing
if I disappeared
who will wipe away your tears?
who will wipe away
who will wipe away
if I disappeared
who will wipe your tears
is my soul light
or does everything enshphere
if I disappeared
came up to O'Hare
would you meet me there on
9/13 in Chicago
we never forget
the nights we can't recollect
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we exist b4
02:30
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desperately searching
for what? idk
maybe I did up until it snowed
futures bleakest when the stratosphere takes me here
we now have the authority to reach all of Chicago
we exist before
before the twilight hits the moon
twilight is so bright
I know the end is coming soon
won't you meet me halfway?
(halfway)
halfway
I can't help but smile, haven't felt love in so long
I don't know what's best for me
impressionist flower rug
glass ornament & family photo
"how can I think outside the box when I live in a cube?"
we exist before
before the twilight hits the moon
twilight is so bright
I know the end is coming soon
won't you meet me halfway
(halfway)
meet me halfway
oooh
won't you meet me halfway, meet me halfway
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if I try, writing this song a hundred times
maybe I'll get it right
maybe ill get it right
If I cry its only when I drink white wine, doesn't happen all the time
lo oigo la caracol, she tells me everything
the ocean flows like chardonnay
silver ribbons unroll on the Mar like clockwork, the moon is my escape
take my blade of will and carve my name into the sands
rinse the blood of the snakes off your hands
its never enough grown old eating less
the older you get the more regret, just remember to clean up your mess
old grooves still interact, blinking circuit rack
and you have nothing to fear cuz I guess football is back?
trash bin collector, can't buy back the thoughts you toss
I always wanted to be a racer but I'm too afraid of exhaust
take my blade of will and carve my name into the sands
rinse the blood of the snakes off your hands
its never enough grown old eating less
the older you get the more regret, just remember to clean up your mess
and its runnin out, the passion starts to fade
the fallin out, decay it grows with age
moments start to change ill forget my own name
take my blade of will and carve my name into the sands
rinse the blood of the snakes off your hands
its never enough grown old eating less
the older you get the more regret, just remember to clean up your mess
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Jose Israel Chicago, Illinois
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