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Wound So Deep
02:18
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and i've got this wound so deep / that it keeps keeping me from me / and girl i've been trying to sleep / and you've been keeping me awake / this iteration / has got me bending at my knees / no invitation / so i keep on begging please / i'm out on my own, dear / just a stranger with no peace / it hurts to keep waiting / counting days i've got no release / and i've got this wound so deep / that it keeps keeping me from me / and you were my counterpoint / you were a sign of better days / here we go racing / to our destruction at full speed / there was no script here / just an ever-passing scene / it's all that i know, dear / and it's dormant inside me / i'm calling it out now / but i still face this defeat / and i've got this wound so deep / that it keeps keeping me from me / and you were my counterpoint / you were a sign of better days / i don't want to need you now / empty underneath unknown / feeling pain so deep / it's festering in me / you can't escape this silent song / I can't connect the words in lines / lines never become verse / emptyness in me is festering unseen / and i can't escape / and i've got this wound so deep / that it keeps keeping me from me
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Yours
03:35
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i’ve got lightening in my blood / i built a stage for you to see / and if it breaks, I’ll shore it up / but it’ll never be enough / not for me / i’ve got mine / do you have yours? / fall in line / start to keep score / of the things you’ve been waiting on / one of them better not be me / like the time before / on your life support / i can’t breathe / i can’t breathe / i can’t / there’s regret, I’m all torn up / and there are things we’ll never be / and there’s a pain, it’s sharp, it cuts / and the wound remains as deep / this wound so deep / i’ve got mine / do you have yours? / fall in line / start to keep score / of the things you’ve been waiting on / one of them better not be me / like the time before / one your life support / i can’t breathe / i can’t breathe / i can’t / i’ve got mine / do you have yours? / i’ve got mine / do you have yours? / of the things you’ve been waiting on / one of them better not be me / like the time before / on your life support / i can’t breathe / i can’t breathe / i can’t / i’ve got mine / do you have yours?
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Correspondents New York, New York
Correspondents is Frank Corva making music with his friends from around the world.
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