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00:54
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Let's give some clarity to the noise
Let silence consume us
Batter and bruise us
Live out our lives as perpetual losers
The former friends
The memorial
The Never Meant
The editorial
Swap out the memories for open skies and blank faces
Swap out the damage, sever ties and start new phases
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These lines aren't yours to claim just yet but I'm still doing it
I've got bruises on my shoulders and your body in my head
I'm taking two years and wiping them out as something to forget
It's strange how things go from righter than right to just regrets
I would wait for anything to change
To once more see your name to fuck up my day
It was sad hearing The Tallest Man ragged and torn
Older and worn, youth sure drains and now I'm sapping out the blame
Russian writings in purple ink are all that remains
I returned everything a year ago and it really shows
I would wait for anything to change
To once more see your name to fuck up my day
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Counting Lines
01:06
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How many more rooms will I see
I've only been gone for 10 weeks and I'm ready to leave this end of the city
How many more sighs will I breath
Just how long will it be until I'm ready to
leave for another city
I see myself getting older around the eyes
Crossing off years, counting lines
Combat the cold
Stay at home alone
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Throat
02:48
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I don't have tales of hotel bars
Just lonely nights walking out too far
Through realisations and epiphanies
My repetition and tautology
Good people come and go
The bad stick around and linger in my throat
Good people come and go
They stick around as the ghosts of where we used to go
Devoid of all sense
Fucking in your socks again
I was unfair but wouldn't trade it for anything
"It took a while for you to speak to me"
Something's lost now
I was an idiot
Good people come and go
The bad stick around and linger in my throat
Good people come and go
And they stick around as the ghosts of where we used to go
We don't agree often but I'm sure that we can make an exception
Good people come and go
But you stuck around and lingered in my throat
Good people come and go
But you stuck around as the ghost of what I used to know
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These Days I'm
01:58
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So this is new
And this is now
We share a street, swallow a smile, neglect our company
Need and love becomes a passing glance
A stance that I could never understand
These days I'm waking tangled up
So if that was you
Then tell me how one person can change so much
From love to hate to me
In such a space of time as that
Neglect the facts and then go ahead and just lie to me
These days I'm waking tangled up
So this is new
And this is now
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Kid Chameleon Sheffield, UK
Others projects past and present:
bedboundbysummer.bandcamp.com
fineokayfine.bandcamp.com
porcelainband.bandcamp.com
thetiredeyes.bandcamp.com
shortstorypicturebook.bandcamp.com
lighthauser.bandcamp.com
skinnydolphins.bandcamp.com
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