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The Unknown

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Throat tight
heart sworn
she’d never change  with her clothes torn
she could pick herself up
with those scars worn
no need for lean ons, she moved on
and I’d never say no when I was walking the streets
the whole old story It began where the eyes meet
fall back and hit my head wake up unknown
texts on the phone
she was somehow an angel
with an angry mode
full of rage like those games we played
on hard mode
those nights looking up to see a full moon
like throwing coins in a wishing well
like throwing lies in those wish you wells
I always seemed so faded
so basically complicated
 
silence is deadly but when the streets are heavy
like crowded heavy not cloud mind messy (times 4 chorus)
 
her intentions weren't adjusted
like volume levels
down to 20
that highway song you played
back in the beginning

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