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Getting Sodas
  • Getting Sodas
  • The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die
  • Whenever, If Ever
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We are the walls in formless shapes. 
The overbearing weight. 
This house weighs heavy on my mind. 
Erasing tapes, undocumented faiths. 
Took down your pictures and your belongings. 
In boxes buried under the soil, in the yard behind our tree, you’ll wait. 

Wrote tiny poems through the lines of my hands. 
Little birds flew by me. 
The wind’s been calling your name south in pursuit of foreign lands. 
Can’t go back. Where’s your tact? 
Where’s your grace? Where are the things you replace? 
Are our words more than sound? 
We cut the air and we’ve found to lose your faith in the world is to lose faith in yourself. 
We are ghosts in your homes. 
We travel under the floor. 

And when our voices fail us we will find new ways to sing. 
When our bodies fail we’ll find joy in the peace that it brings. 
The world is a beautiful place but we have to make it that way. 
Whenever you find home we’ll make it more than just a shelter. 
And if everyone belongs there it will hold us all together. 
If you’re afraid to die, then so am I.

Suerte (Whenever, Wherever)
  • Suerte (Whenever, Wherever)
  • Shakira
  • Laundry Service
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Suerte (Whenever, Wherever) - Shakira

Heartbeat In The Brain
  • Heartbeat In The Brain
  • The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die
  • Whenever, If Ever
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Whenever you find home, if everyone belongs there, feeling our bodies breaking down. 
Just trying to find a way out to a city so big that it is bound to keep your secrets. 
Pack your seats high, saying goodbye to your close friends. 
Making some promises like “I’ll see you again.” 
So when will I see you again? 
(new apartment complexes rising) 
I know a few chords that could make you miss me. 
They ring and decay in this garage every few days. 
Just trying to figure out this beat. 
So if you want to come back east, then maybe you can help me find it. 
(take down your pictures pack your belongings.) 
If your arms are just felt then when you hold me I’ll feel held. 
We’ll sink in these notes.
It never felt like this. 
Tell me we belong here. 
If your arms become smoke then I’ll have nothing left to hold. 
We’ll dissipate with these notes. 
It shouldn’t feel like this if everyone belongs here.