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[00:01.64]Don't leave me in this room;
[00:05.49]The walls are closing in;
[00:07.72]This is the space I used to say,
[00:11.04]The line is drawn for you each day.
[00:14.58]But every day you show
[00:17.25]With sound of caving walls
[00:20.63]Some day this song will have no pulse
[00:25.13]And I'll cave alone.
[00:27.98]But there we are,
[00:31.65]Waiting for your answer.
[00:35.25]Your arms speeded elation,
[00:38.77]Beating out your salvation,
[00:42.62]But when the tape stopped you were gone,
[00:48.51]A half measure from home, home, home.
[01:07.71]This week I recreate,
[01:09.44]Edit you back into
[01:11.86]The blare that could define you,
[01:14.23]Coveted by few who knew.
[01:16.62]The phone rings without pause,
[01:19.13]This grief wills everyone;
[01:21.51]All I have is a shitty song;
[01:24.27]How could it ever be enough?
[01:26.62]So here we are, in our final accord.
[01:31.03]A mortician and his tools
[01:33.63]Sonically bury you.
[01:35.78]You could have chose another chord to resolve on, on, on.
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