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David Leaupepe
David Leaupepe
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Donnie Borzestowski
Donnie Borzestowski
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Joji Malani
Joji Malani
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Jung Kim
Jung Kim
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Max Dunn
Max Dunn
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David Leaupepe
David Leaupepe
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Gang of Youths
Gang of Youths
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Adrian Breakspear
Adrian Breakspear
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Peter Katis
Peter Katis
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Joe Lambert
Joe Lambert
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David Leaupepe
David Leaupepe
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Josh Pearson
Josh Pearson
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Lewis Mitchell
Lewis Mitchell
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Peter Holz
Peter Holz
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There's a sky full of lights And none of them stars But each white, silvery flicker's A faithful reminder to us Of a weight that's in youth That makes a dick of us all If it happened today Then it's probably happened before In a crowd unfamiliar I just wanna touch a familiar face And make friends at the parties I've feared The likes of an age To be wanted with truth And make formidable love See light in myself That I see inside everyone else I know It's not a lacking of spine Nor of physical pulse It's just a feeling of distance Akin to a feeling of loss Of love in the youth Of my limited life That passed in a violent And ritual screwing inside And the years unfamiliar Are made of increasingly digital days And I am grieving the loss of myself With frightening malaise When there's weightless in youth And the sum of it's small Just stand in the darkness And laugh with your heel on its throat 'Cause not everything means something, honey So say the unsayable Say the most human of things And if everything is temporary I will bear the unbearable Terrible triteness of being Alone in my house Frozen in time But don't get me wrong now, honey I am trying There's a warmth in the eyes And a clearness of thought When the deepest of sighs And the frankest of shadows are gone We're pushing a stone Up a mountainous waste And the lines at the store Look like lines on a beautiful face See, I'm not so assured Nor unusually strong Or outstandingly brave I'm more just fumbling around in the dark For the bulk of my day When there's weight that's in youth And the sum of it's small I will stand in the darkness And laugh with my heel on its throat And not everything means something, honey So say the unsayable Say the most human of things And if everything is temporary I will bear the unbearable Terrible triteness of being Alone in my house Frozen away But don't get me wrong now, honey I'm okay Ah, cast me a line Ah honey, cast me a line Won't you fear me tonight? Goddamn, do you fear me tonight? Ah, pass me a light Ah honey, pass me a light Won't you feel me tonight? Goddamn do you feel me tonight? 'Cause not everything means something, honey So say the unsayable Say the most human of things If everything is temporary I will bear the unbearable Terrible triteness of being
Writer(s): David Immanuel Menachem Sasagi Leaupepe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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