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Outlines
05:16
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Outlines form a shape you can't see
Strategies that lurk underneath
Look to what the surface can't show
If you think there's nothing below
Now I seem too fractured and mean
Falter like a broken machine
Covering is fractured in two
Don't you know it's broken for you
It's just a little bit quiet
It's just a broken machine
It's just a little bit quiet
It's not as calm as it seems
Circuits bent the system is down
Signal out I can't hear the sound
Galaxies concealed and contained
Lurking under casing like veins
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A Memory
03:42
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Another century a changing memory
Uncanny lands that I have never seen
My eyes are blocked at night
But I can see so wide
Visions decay the moment that I wake
I wish that I could see
A place as grand as these
In heedful hours I can switch between
The sense of time is lost
Transient patterns stopped
Words don't encode themselves in consciousness
Talk with me in memories
And I'll pretend you'll never leave
Our invented history
Replayed without the misery
Talk with me in memories
Your language isn't clear to me
Speech is just a mystery
The words are striving to be freed
Our preceding days enacted in a dream
Strangers like us reflected on the screen
Another narrative to cast into the sky
We watch in sleep while never asking why
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Patterns
03:16
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Adapt to the rhythm of my new patterns
Irrational tones have split and scattered
No one else knows
Why the scale goes on
Manifests in a broken song
Counteracting what went wrong
Til I'm certain it belongs
I follow the steps of a dance stride gliding
My motion towards a space to hide in
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Sleepless
04:20
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This bittersweet anxiety fulfills all I need
A blueprint of unbuilt design planned over fault lines
Striking signs and contour lines reorganize before my eyes
The boundaries of space will bend to chart a rhythm without end
Scratch the marks
The contours will form ideas in the mind made certain
Trace your aim, a study in change
The fibers entwined so paper-thin
I've never wanted real before
Concept filled me more
But I can read me in your hand
You're holding all I am
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Magic Light
03:27
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Return
04:14
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Who Can See
04:21
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Faces are blurry, I can't get through
The throng of the crowd keeps me away from you
Subways and sidewalks, I go my way
Keep to myself in the pouring rain
Who can see me now
When I'm the crowd?
Laughter and voices sound far away
I fall in and out of the things they say
Street signs and door fronts comfort me
When I'm all alone what else would I see
Who can see me now
When I'm in the crowd?
I still feel like I've
Left something behind
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