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Face in the crowd. Facing your loud, obnoxious behavior. I remember the shroud of illuminating nature encircling your sound back in the days. Or, just when we were proud. Now I see you All soaked in this goo, Facing facades, displacement ensues. And now you see me exhausted from plea. I stand with the trees but you're covered in leaves. Tell me why! Tell me lies! Tell me anything you want to. We'll never die! Tell me why! Tell me everything beneath this bleeding sun.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
The Bleeding Sun
Face in the crowd. Facing your loud, obnoxious behavior. I remember the shroud of illuminating nature encircling your sound back in the days. Or, just when we were proud. Now I see you All soaked in this goo, Facing facades, displacement ensues. And now you see me exhausted from plea. I stand with the trees but you're covered in leaves. Tell me why! Tell me lies! Tell me anything you want to. We'll never die! Tell me why! Tell me everything beneath this bleeding sun.
cm-vazquez
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
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