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Once i a while they tell you just to write down how you feel,.

How you feel.

Itå'll help, it'll ease.g

Once in a while they tell you to shut down, and just listen-.

Turn it off and on again

Isnt that what sleep is for?

Sleep over it and give it a thought.

Im writing this blind.

Cant see whats going on.

Double enter, changes the line.

Hope I didnt mess up the rhyme.

This sll might just be in vain

<But theres nothing we can do to fsin

To gain something to love

Being blind you can only see

What the screen light tells you to see

I might not edit all of this

Or I might edit some if it

I openedmy eyes and saw what I wrote so far

Wasnt that great but hey, we made it this far

Didnt know where to go from the start

But hey we made it this far.

Im using my old lines again

Guess my iades are growing old

As is everything I was told

by the oarents I had and never had

piano is the sweetest sound

piano is the sweetest sound

the chords you can play on a porper piano

can change lives Iv e been told

can comfirm, changed mine

sweetest chords, all the same

doesnt matter, we're alll the same

sweetest chords, al lthe same

doesnt matter, start again¨

start again

double enter starts again

Camera

Sometimes you see the sunlight, it blinds your sight

Rarely they come in your town, they light up the night

You cant deny the draw, its all about the luck

You can and cant relate to, never falling behind

Tall buildings - and, so - tourists

They come to see your town, oh oh

They come to ruin your town, oh oh

Flashes are blinking, in the rhythm of the bank

They cant help but sink in, the money that they bank

You cant deny the dares, they made to make it here

No matter where they end up, they are still here

Tall buildings - and, so - living

They come to see my town, oh oh

They come to ruin my town, oh oh

They come to ruin - our town, town

No matter how you look at it, its still the same

All of it just makes you angry, by their flashing lights

Sign a paper or two, its the shit that you made

Cant and could not see how, they all delight

Tall buildings - and, so - living

They come to see my town, oh oh

You come to ruin my town, oh oh

You came and ruined, my town

My town, my town

My town, my town

Theres just a few of us who remember the past

All the rest just read about, about whats now

Theres just a few of us who remember the past

All the rest just read about, about whats now

Tall - and, so

Tall - and, so

Theyre here to see my town, oh oh

Theyre here to ruin my town, oh oh

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No matter how I try it is hard to count to - ten
Nothing makes any sense and its hard to see how - it begins
All goes well until you see how - it falls apart
Cant say how we manage to - live on, live on

Two letter words, they never make it - till the end
Spam any keys just to make some - any sense
All goes well 'till we see how - it begins
No idea how - were still here, were still here

One two three, are the hardest call
Never know where, to stop
Four five six, someday we'll fall
One two three, its the hardest call

Piano as the player will always be silent - for now
No matter how deep the grave it'll always be just full of regret

One can count to three or see what happens
Second can count the seconds just to what happens
One can count just to see what happens
Second can count just to see it happen
--

One two three, are the hardest call
Never know where, to stop
Four five six, someday we'll fall
One two three, its the hardest call
--

Piano player wont be silent, the last notes will be for him
Nothing I ever do will be counted, this is all for him
If you opened the cage, it wouldnt change a thing
We'll all be silent. This notes for him.

--

One two three, its not that hard
to see how they tried so hard
They tried so hard and all you did
was to bury the dreams you never had
--

Piano player will never be silent
One will never be shut

Its not words that make him shy
Its the words that she never found

Five Minute Challenge

Clock says start

Sirens in the distance, no attention spared
Three voices split into thousand likes
No words being really heard
Like my whispering to the mics

Only an echo to the well of silence
Cup of care for all the thoughts
All we want is obedience
Unlike my whispering of lives

They stack up to four or five
Home is where the home is

Three roads meet once every two moons
Not knowing where to go, yikes
I might be running out of times
Of our ever so slight lives

Last few lines to go, moons up
Suns down and nothing to see
Stars be out and cups empty
Im sai

Clock says stop