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It’s been five long years since I’ve seen clear
Of course I’ve changed. Why haven’t you?
Forgotten memories. Repressed tragedies.
Rewriting history to bend the facts to narratives
You’re on the path to self destruction
And I’m just staying home again
There is no way you’d understand how
The joy of missing out is real
You don’t know me. You don’t know me anymore.
And I don’t know you and I don’t owe you.
It’s been five long years since I’ve seen clear
Of course I’ve changed. Why haven’t you?
You’re on the path to self destruction
And I’m just staying home again
There is no way you’d understand how
The joy of missing out is real
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Boomerang
02:59
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Boomerang
You always come back to me
I let you go
You always know just where to find me
Boomerang
You always come and go
But I don't mind
Cause I've got a life of my own
You can change projection in any which direction
Cause I know where you started and I know where you'll end up
Back in your bedroom for a day or two
You can call it what you want and l'll call it as I see fit
Boomerang
You don't have to tell me just where you've been
I'll catch you around the some day
You can change projection in any which direction
Cause I know where you started and I know where you'll end up
Back in your bedroom for a day or two
You can call it what you want and l'll call it as I see fit
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Lucky Duck Lake
03:25
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Last December you slowly faded away
And when you awoke, you broke down and sighed
The layers of snow fall on the lake
And when the snow melts we can go out again
Last December you slowly lost your light
And when it hit you, you broke down and sighed
The snow returning, it falls on all night
And when it’s over we build our house again
100 times I’ll say this to you
Over and over again
100 times repeating myself, what difference does it make,
100 times I tell you it’s over, it always comes crawling back
It’ll be waiting just to break you down again, again, again
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I'm not depressed. I'm just so fucking bored and I'm let down with how things turned out.
And I'm not suicidal. I'm just looking for the answers in all the wrong places that I know.
Nothing left for me to see
In the town that abandoned me
What do you want? What do you want for me?
Grey buildings and concrete
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