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In a state of mind half-a-world away, split apart from day to day.
The thought of switching grooves, a sudden swing of moods,
Then somehow everything changed.
Drastic differences in song, severed tunes now sung
A full-circled hymn, a body rebuilding it's tired right from wrong.
It's always wrong.
Life, I was sick of a verse, it couldn't get much worse.
I was caving in.
Then my words dropped out of the sky, out of the odd summer night.
I am the song.
Now my darkest days are half a world away, worlds away.
There were no choruses allowed.
There was dust spewed from the mouth.
The scent of growing old, a rushing surge of cold,
A never-ending cloud.
There were beautiful bridges burning thin.
All of the melodies sinking in, the thought of switching skin.
The need to make it out, I gotta make it out
But it's always wrong.
Life, I was sick of a verse, it couldn't get much worse.
I was caving in.
Then my words dropped out of the sky, out of the odd summer night.
I am the song.
Now my darkest days are...
Half a world away, worlds away.
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Sundown, vision's blurry.
The trains sway like sinking ships.
There's something burning Brooklyn bound.
Something's returning, burning down.
Gun's drawn, awkward stare at the bottom of your sea.
Just let me swim.
There's something burning Brooklyn bound.
Something's returning, burning down.
There's something burning Brooklyn bound.
Something's returning, burning down.
I've been waiting, contemplating.
Heart's still racing.
Subway station, Brooklyn bound.
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On my way down, I saw a different side of the moonlight.
You fell straight through the gloom, damaged, haunting into open wounds.
Intimidated, too afraid to screw my head on straight and fly.
Words ricocheting, skimming both our bodies to a violent tune
But when I fell straight down I swear I witnessed a different side.
On my way down, straight down
I saw a different side of the moonlight.
Shocked, grim, speculating the worst before I hit the floor.
My bones fracture the fall; incessant waves seem to gush from your eyes.
I should feel exasperation but to my surprise I'm in a state of love.
Before the curtains closed, I swear I witnessed a different side.
On my way down, straight down
I saw a different side of the moonlight.
I've been changing, sinking deep but wide awake for days.
I need you,
I've been changing, sinking deep, but wide awake for days.
When's it gonna end?
On my way down, straight down
I saw a different side of the moonlight.
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So I guess that's why you're sleeping with the lights on.
And I take it that you're crashing satellites.
I'm assuming that you're undercover's open,
But I'm recognizing something isn't right.
Well, I'm hoping that your footsteps wane and suffocate.
And I'm craving that your presence split and stray.
If you're keen enough to destroy all your enemies,
You can carry on and concentrate this way.
First come up with a plan.
Pull them into your sights then let go.
Fire every single weapon you have,
But be sure to keep it smooth like steady water.
Can't lose control and drown before the sand.
You're aware this is your last chance at a new life.
I'll imagine that you're far from sinking in.
This is the only way.
You're running out of time.
I know that you're tired, all of your patience wearing thin.
This is the only way.
When it's over, make a break for the crowd.
Vanish into the open and let go.
Silence every single villainous mouth,
But you gotta keep it smooth like steady water.
Can't lose control and drown before the sand.
You're aware this is your last chance at a new life.
I'll imagine that you're far from sinking in.
This is the only way.
You're running out of time.
I know that you're tired, all of your patience wearing thin.
This is the only way
This is the only way.
You're running out of time.
I know that you're tired, all of your patience wearing thin.
This is the only way
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Disappeared, lost and jaded.
Eyes heavy, straining.
About time I made my way back home.
This god-damned state is sinking.
It's got its style but I'm nothing without my coast.
I can feel my city glistening.
I miss her breeze and the way she caressed my lips.
So stay right there, I'm not waiting.
I'm coming back home.
What's the use in hiding when you're down?
Pick yourself off the ground.
Disappeared. Lost and jaded.
My whole body's singing.
About time I made my way back home.
I can see my city glistening.
I am nothing without her skin.
Her diamond skin.
What's the use in hiding when you're down?
Pick yourself off the ground.
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Cold, erie night… New York City.
Been a lot of loose talking uptown.
Something strange going down.
I grab my coat and make way for the West Coast.
Seems that I've got the whole world on its toes.
Seems that my mess of a head has just witnessed the end.
Seems that I'm vanishing into the air over and over again.
Stop complaining, forgive me for running away.
I just felt like dying out.
Call me your phantom of darker clouds.
Present day, Hollywood City.
Done a lot of wandering around this town,
confused footsteps got me down.
I smother the phone, sending signals back to the East Coast.
Seems that I've got the whole world on its toes.
Seems that my mess of a head has just witnessed the end.
Seems that I'm vanishing into the air over and over again.
Stop complaining, forgive me for running away.
I just felt like dying out.
Call me your phantom of darker clouds.
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Mother's love, cornered and shaking up.
The sun, bright on such a violent day,
See the blood on the shattered dinner plates.
Six years old, frozen still,
I couldn't watch your rolling eyes escape.
I could never be this brave without your face.
Oh, I owe you everything
Oh, Gloria, oh, oh, everything.
Oh, I owe you everything
Devil's hands, wrapped tight around your neck,
my feet kicking in defensive ways.
Yeah, I can still envision blood on the shattered dinner plates.
You sprung up... had enough.
A second wind until the sirens came.
I would never be this brave without your face.
Oh, I owe you everything
Oh, Gloria, oh, oh, everything.
Oh, I owe you everything
Yeah, I could never be this brave without your face.
Oh, I owe you everything
Oh, Gloria, oh, oh, everything.
Oh, I owe you everything
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I see you sitting there cold, all alone, depressive tones.
So now, I gotta get back where you're from.
I gotta get back where you're from.
Shaken soul, fallen thrown, vulnerable.
So now I gotta back where you're from.
I want to get you back but I don't know how.
I was lost, cut and bound, losing ground,
so now I gotta get back where you're from.
Now I'm sewn, flesh and bone, missing and home.
That's why I gotta get back when you're down.
I don't want another; I'm over "grin and bear.”
I don't want another, I gotta keep you around.
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Pavement... dimming sights.
As a breeze creeps up the Westside, a scene superlative.
Soothing dusk, admiring vivid streets on a canvas of adulation.
Clean slate, meditate.
Beautiful night cloaks the borough's semblance,
A loss I couldn't take.
Doubled back to the place discerning comfort in growing fast,
All my life kept silent, always feeling alone,
Until I found love in a city that never loathes.
Now it all maps out.
Deep so vast but what's the worst thing that could happen to you
When a light starts shining?
Soaked in elation, all of the streetlights are at attention.
Flickering focus in my direction, glimmering optimistic lessons.
I can make it through the night,
Yeah I can make it through the night.
All my life kept silent, always feeling alone,
Until I found love in a city that never loathes.
Now it all maps out.
Deep so vast but what's the worst thing that could happen to you
When a light starts shining?
Concrete vessel, keep me sailing safe.
I can make it through the night.
All my life kept silent, always feeling alone,
Until I found love in a city that never loathes.
Now it all maps out.
Deep so vast but what's the worst thing that could happen to you
When a light starts shining?
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Scared, angry thoughts surround my skull.
Slickest clouds dropping down to the ocean floor.
Now I can't even think straight.
12:08 a perfect day.
I just want to increase strength,
pushing out unwanted waves.
It's gonna get much worse.
This world's no good. Time...
set your clocks for an explosion.
Fragile lives keep believing anything.
They can't even think straight.
Loss of love on a perfect day.
They just want to increase strength pushing out unwanted ways.
The whole world's on fire, we're at it again.
You point your finger for nothing.
Steady your floating coffins, we're at it again.
You point your finger for nothing.
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We loved when the rain called.
We'd move without a sound.
Our eyes gazed high under night skies.
Now, I'm only a man. I'm only a man.
We'd collide like bats with the moonlight.
No end could keep us down.
Young vibes set free by our young lives.
Now, I'm only a man. I'm only a man.
Odd years later and I'm troubled as I step outside
On a painful dizzy night.
I can feel the ground spinning and it shocks my skin.
I can feel it shock my skin.
Hard times cutting deep and it makes me miss my childhood friends.
All the better times we spent,
Nothing else seemed to matter but the air in our lungs.
Now I want to turn back around.
Don't run away from me, past tense, past tense.
I'm so rejective to the world outside and I can't hide.
Wish I could just sense better days
Where the winds were as soft as the clouds.
Blistering sun, innocent like rebellion from our restless mouths.
I just can't believe that nothing is what it seems.
Used to be so young and unaware of everything,
We grew up so fast and now our hearts feel every beat.
I just want out.
Don't run away from me, past tense, past tense.
I'm so rejective to the world outside and I can't hide.
We loved when the rain called.
We'd move without a sound.
Our eyes gazed high under night skies.
Now, I'm only a man. I'm only a man.
Don't run away from me, past tense, past tense.
I'm so rejective to the world outside and I can't hide.
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