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Climber
04:48
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Is fate fleeting so/ time spent much better on my own
Alone in a lucid plane/ I'll stay til the pain can fade away
Like gold/ I'm feeling soft inside
Last tome/ I finish on my own
New design/ we're painting on my mind
Dull and gone/ I did this on my own
It's failing to decide when things seem right
It's running to the road when hearts get cold
Instinct whispers go/ dreams sent to fly out on their own
Soul held in the morning rain/ things seem to stay and fade away
Like hopes/ with vanities inside
I cried/ abandoning my pride
New design/ we're painting on my mind
Dull and gone/ I did this on my own
It's failing to decide when things seem right
It's running to the road when hearts get cold
It's turning to the light when things seem lost
It's living by a code when hope falls
Cold days gone by/ the blame is all mine
My brain dissolved/ into a past time
And I'm feeling this feeling/ It's all
It's all filling up nice/ oh
And I'm feeling nice reeling this home
This feeling of pride won
Cold days gone by/ the blame is all mine
My brain dissolved/ into a past time
And I'm feeling this feeling/ It's all
It's all filling up nice/ oh
And I'm feeling nice reeling this home
Pure feeling of pride gone cold
It's turning to the light when things seem lost
It's living by a code when hope falls
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Climber's Brother
04:35
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To keep things going the same/ I'd like to play a game
It might mean nothing/ or maybe everything
Scores will be posted/ fans are screaming
Lines are painted/ into meaning
The stakes are fading
Worn feet are getting numb
Dead grass will burn away
Insane in feeling sane
It's waning/ the spirit of the frost
If I don't wake up soon I'm lost
To keep things going on/ I'd often wonder why
Things get twisted/ and hearts turn on and off
Some things get toasted/ some start to bleeding
Honors are wasted/ hearts are beating
The stakes are fading
Worn feet are getting numb
Dead grass will burn away
Insane in feeling sane
I was sitting in the fire/ I was dead but I was cured
You were sitting in the light/ times of grace and smiles of scorn
I was sitting in the fire/ I was dead but I was cured
You were sitting in the light/ times of grace and smiles of scorn
Wrong/ it goes down bitter on my own
East coast pride/ with all my brothers on my side
The night was long/ and my heart bitter like a stone
Police ghost bright/ when I was fearless on the line
His mind was wrong/ it goes down bitter on my own
East coast pride/ with all my brothers on my side
The night was long/ and my heart bitter like a stone
Police ghost bright/ when I was fearless on the line
His mind was gone...
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