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The Best Thing
02:20
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The best thing I ever felt was something I forgot
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Restart
03:39
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You used to be someone to me, while they say “it ought to be”, you looked to me and I lost it right here, please take my hand and I spoke to a friend, someone who said “If I knew you then I’d hate you now”. Whatever keeps us up at night, we look for words but nothing comes to mind and all you see when you close your eyes is anywhere but here. Between these walls — who are we now — echos that never, never ring out, between these moments and feelings of doubt, echos that never, never ring out. The morning shines shapes on your walls, where do we go from here, “I’m feeling wrong”, you said to me, “I’m too young to break” and I spoke to a friend, someone who said “if I knew you then I’d hate you now”. Anywhere but here. Between these walls — who are we now — echos that never, never ring out, between these moments and feelings of doubt, echos that never, never ring out.
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Outpost
03:14
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Sometimes, sometimes it comes on like — I forget — I’ve been dragging my feet around and I don’t feel like I ever left — see you where we always do. Sometimes it reappears — there’s cracks in the ceiling. All we do is hide away — maladaptive daydreaming. Sometimes, sometimes it lingers on — I forget — some clever words to feel ok, folded papers and magazines, I’ve been waiting for you to call. Sometimes it reappears — there’s cracks in the ceiling. All we do is hide away — maladaptive daydreaming. Maladaptive — maladaptive daydreaming.
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November
02:46
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Where do I begin — it’s been raining all week — we’ve been standing here in my doorway and I don’t have the right words, you left without your jacket — it’s been raining all week. But one day it will be different and all of this will be in the past. Where did we end. Watch the lights run across my wall — every night — and my mind is nowhere, the sounds from the window and I don’t have the right words. But one day it will be different and all of this will be in the past. One day it will be different and all of this will be in the past. Where did we begin — it’s been raining all week — we’ve been standing here in my doorway and I don’t have the right word.
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POETRY Malmö, Sweden
Noisy and messy yet kind. POETRY are four friends making music against the backdrop of life in Malmö, Sweden.
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