So, mutually, the fight with me,
was a de-construction of a hopeless dream.
Is it hard enough, to know you're up?
When dark turntables, open up the box.
I broke the locks, so come on up.
Its the hardest wait, to be out this late.
This cold shoulder's coloured bolder,
till it falls down lower,
falls down lower again.
So a lovers block starts to show it up.
Let it free fall,
let it free fall away.
I'm running out of everything.
I wanna play but I can't sing.
A level up, a mile away
but through it all you'll still say...
Keep up the work boy
I know you still try for me,
even though I can't quite hear you.
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