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Coming Down
03:41
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Pressure weighs down, I feel it coming on
Soon the pain, it holds me close
I’m falling for the same old traps again and again
I’m calling out your name
Here on these sleepless nights
Just tell me that I’m not alone
Hold me close, please don’t make it like the last time
I am coming down, please don’t put me through this again
I’m calling out your name
Here on these sleepless nights
Just tell me that I’m not alone
In this
I’m as cold as you made me
I’m ice beneath this skin
I’ll walk until my legs give out
I’ll die again and again
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What Lasts Forever
02:54
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We’re losing ground
Please tell me what you need
Roll the windows down
It’s so hard to breathe
Two faces of stone
Staring into eachothers eyes
Show nothing, see nothing
Who can say what lasts forever?
Who can say which parts of you die?
The wind against my face
Accompanies me
I’m falling with no place to land
Just a picture of you in my hand
I’m waiting for the breakdown
Who can say what lasts forever?
Who can say which parts of you die?
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