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Beverley
10:09
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There's a camera full of undeveloped film
In a backpack in a basement suite I drank and threw up in
Bearing witness to some fucked up parliament
Clutching imprints of the scenes I've tried my hardest to forget
I swear to god I'll never drink again
And if you'd let me I would disappear and walk the other way
But in my defense, I never planned to live another day
Take up smoking to come out from underground
Surrounded by six million pairs of ears indifferent to the sound
Of this clock that's ticking down for me
And if you'd let me I would chase the sounds of words you never meant
But in my defense its easier to love than to resent
I had a nightmare, I had nightmare where I'd been
Away for a long time, writing a song I'll never finish
Surrounded by my friends, synapses struggling to define
Room full of loose ends, dunno their names and I don’t recognize
All of their faces, all of the memories that I left behind for peace of mind, repressed, I guess I know its time
To wake up alone and pull myself up off the floor
Start a long drive home
Where God won't judge me
For the faith I've lost
And now I know
That every lonely night awake
Every time I feel the skin break
Break down to feel alive
I'll disappear for several months at a time
Yea, it's easier to ignore it than it is to lie
Say I won't do it again but I know that I might
Sometimes when people just break they leave pieces behind
Pretend like you weren't ever a part of my life
Pretend there's nothing hard about goodbyes
Pretend that I'm not the man I pretend to despise
Pretend I won't break down when I look in your eyes
Would it make a difference if I never make a sound?
Is the world much different if I'm not around?
Would it make a difference if I never make a sound?
Is the world much different if I'm not around?
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College
03:36
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Walked down College Avenue 3:30 at night
I haven't been awake in days, yea the sunlight hurts my eyes
I will walk around for hours, wishing that my life
Were just a little more depressing then this might be justified
I will walk again
And I will disappear completely
Balanced on the sharp edge of a knife
Walk on by the legislature, try to close my eyes
I wanna melt into the pavement, feel the traffic, catch a ride
To somewhere much less overwhelming, where the moon patrols the sky
And isn't jailed by superstructure, caught up in some lie
I will come back when
You do not complete me
Living in some fractured state of mind
I walked down college Avenue, been awake all night
I wish I'd blend into concrete, disappear into your eyes
Don't wanna be lost in some shopping center, dead before I die
Subject of a blurry photo snapped by people passing by
I will walk again
I need to disappear completely
Living in some fractured state of mind
Balanced on the sharp edge of a knife
Living in this fractured state of mind
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Baldwin
03:52
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I'll drink twenty-six ounces of the cheapest gin
Walk home in the middle of the street
Rinse repeat and realize
Self destruction's how you know you're still alive
Baptize bloody knuckles thrown into the wall
Soothe my soul with scars that I can see
Rinse, repeat, idealize
Hurt so fucking bad, feel so fucking alive
Blow my brains out counting sheep
Do something that makes you bleed
Hold on so tight you leave a mark
Why can't I feel alive
So I'll come home to some closet of a basement suite
Jerk off to some strangers on a screen
Sleep through every sunrise
Know its not worth living just to stay alive
Blow my brains out counting sheep
Do something that makes you bleed
Is it enough just to survive
When I can't see the sky
Blow my brains out counting sheep
Do something that makes you bleed
Is it enough just to survive
When I can't see the sky
Why don't I feel alive
I want to live before I die
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Trace Italian Edmonton, Alberta
Trace Italian is a psych-pop band from Edmonton, AB. The band is led by songwriter and producer Sean Newton, with Kelsey Wood on bass and Riley Chernoff on drums. They've been around in some form or another since 2016.
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