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lifting the watermark off a stock image
and putting it on a poster for me
something you would envisage
every second lesson, period three
and in the moments of the morning
where everything is right
the settings is fading
the moonlit memoir of night
i don't stop thinking about
who i can't remember
the memory is gone
my love is gone
there is nothing
left to hold on
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mountain song
05:00
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birth, the first mistake
01:29
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bendigo
01:36
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navy blue boy
02:23
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I loved a boy once, but now he is gone
His hands on my arm, I was all he had
I loved a boy once, and I broke his heart
The lies that I told, we were just kids in the park
I put on the ring, he told me I was ashamed
My hand and the ring, went into the grey
I loved a boy once
Now he is gone
Now he is gone
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mackay
03:46
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suite of strings
01:55
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omnigog & spraynoodle
03:07
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sexuality
04:12
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(classroom blues)
01:01
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petroleum rhapsody
01:14
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On the balcony each night, those stars are so distant
With either of anyone I find there's nothing to fear
In this insignificant little life
There's nothing to fear when I remember you
There was nothing to fear
There's nothing to fear
Going both ways like the wind, there's nothing
There's nothing
There
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good night, jesus christ
03:26
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If you're leaving, then tell me goodnight,
And if you're suffering, please leave me
If you're pleasing, cry for me tonight,
And if you're crying, please don't leave,
That's my plea to you
In all honesty, I want nothing more than to be rid of you
In reality, there is no truth more than to be gone at the door
Goodnight, all the horses riding.
Goodnight, the trees are whispering.
Goodnight, the British soldiers in a line
Goodnight, after night, after night, after night.
And if you're having fruit, spare me a honeydew.
Cause if you're eating, I want to eat near you
But remember, if it's food I'm allergic to,
Don't offer more than I can chew
In all honesty, I want to be sick.
Preferred to the weeping I'd stick to.
In reality, there is no suffering
Without thick deceiving
Goodnight, all the horses riding
Goodnight, the trees are whispering
Goodnight, the British soldiers in a line.
Goodnight, the night, after night, after night
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Ghostbin Australia
18 y/o electronic music producer from australia,
started self-teaching music in late 2019 when i was in high school.
maybe its gotten better
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