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Running through empty streets, chasing dreams and resurrecting hope. The faint smell of troubled youth is carried by a strangely cold November breeze from a baker's window-- Cinnamon and *** Somewhere in the corner where the buses stop there are children drawing rainbows and flowers on the rough asphalt, innocently trying to make each other crack a smile Somewhere along the shore stands an old, longing man picturing his wife knee-deep in the water, soft and beautiful as ever and he is losing patience waiting for their reunion Three blocks away from the chapel some anxious fourteen-year-old is blasting Polarize, wanting to be a better brother, better son His mom yells it's too loud and he covers his face with a pillow In the distance you will hear bottles breaking along with the hearts offered but ignored There's a tapping of restless fingers on the keyboard by a woman finally finding the right words to say to someone who gave up on life too soon but as the clock strikes 3 she realizes it's already too late.
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
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Running through empty streets, chasing dreams and resurrecting hope. The faint smell of troubled youth is carried by a strangely cold November breeze from a baker's window-- Cinnamon and *** Somewhere in the corner where the buses stop there are children drawing rainbows and flowers on the rough asphalt, innocently trying to make each other crack a smile Somewhere along the shore stands an old, longing man picturing his wife knee-deep in the water, soft and beautiful as ever and he is losing patience waiting for their reunion Three blocks away from the chapel some anxious fourteen-year-old is blasting Polarize, wanting to be a better brother, better son His mom yells it's too loud and he covers his face with a pillow In the distance you will hear bottles breaking along with the hearts offered but ignored There's a tapping of restless fingers on the keyboard by a woman finally finding the right words to say to someone who gave up on life too soon but as the clock strikes 3 she realizes it's already too late.
--- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MiPBQJq49xk ---
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
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