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Ten of Vessels
04:18
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ring of flowers on the hillside
bumblebee around your head
hands tied together
seven circles spinning
i promise you, you promise me
and cast wishes in the lake
until it overflows into an ocean
and carries us away
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(Load A) Previous Save
04:41
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selling off the parts you need the most
for a chance to get more than you'll ever use
save it up for a rainy day, some boss fight that we'll never face
we expected more than this
helpless bystanders, we are all watching the slowest crash
miles apart but too dumb to swerve out of the way
we expected more than this, something that can be fixed
we made it this far, but now we're so fucked
is this growing up? a future set on rotting tracks
a paint-by-number, the image is set
pretty colors can't hide a mess
we expected more than this
we need to readjust the difficulty, this strategy will never work
stuck in the middle of a dungeon with no where to go
no escape, can't face the threat, no phoenix down to save our friends
we expected more than this, something that can be fixed
it's not a choice if the choice is shit, a lesser evil wears us thin
we made it this far, but now we're so fucked
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five arrows cross the morning sun
all the creatures jumping from the mountain top
like the slowest falling snow, but nothing hits its mark
gather up the broken shafts, the splinters tear your hands to shreds
and your quiver is empty again for the longest walk back
at least it won't weigh you down
let the ram run full speed ahead
it's not something that you'll ever catch
gather 'round the fire place and toast to every face and place
that used to be everything in your world until you let it slip away
one by one we'll meet again, and fold the past into the present tense
like nothing's changed
it's the greatest distance that you'll ever cross
find your way back to your friends
they can help you carry this weight
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Blasted Oak
04:42
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go tie yourself to odin's tree and all will be revealed
lose an eye or get trapped inside
waiting for osirus to return
piece by piece, fallen apple seeds
or a pomegranate frozen in the winter air
dreaming of spring
the roots go deep, to the underworld
watch your step, and don't look behind
white buffalo, the woman has left
buried in the field next to to maiden of corn
golden hair, golden corpse
falling from the stars
the roots go deep, to the underworld
watch your step, and don't look behind
yggdrasil is holding on
to everything you've ever done
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Hides A Well Parsippany Troy Hills, New Jersey
insecurity put to melody.
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This album is beautifully crafted and emotional. Adam's guitar playing is incredible - intricate yet simple and melodic. The lyrics are infinitely moving, and each song is full of honesty and passion.
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