Echo Base - 11 | Текст песни

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Possibilities for the eleventh of May. I can do whatever I'd like to. Yet, I can't think of anything that I can do that won't spark a fuse for memories. Now, I'm finding out the hard way to throw away everything. Fuck recycling. It's not Groundhog Day, I'm done living each day again and again and again.

My phone calls are ignored. Yeah, I've been here before. I'd rather leave this at your door. Our minds may wander off, that doesn't mean they lost their way. Aside from these dirty shoes, they'll still walk this line straight.

For now, I'm: sinking to the bottom of the deepest sea, or crash landing on an island where I'll still have hopes for you and me. Stop digging this grave sixty years before an expiration date. Let go, move on, no more worrying.

Orlando, take care of her for me. You see, I've done enough dreaming. It's time that I catch up on sleep. So, would you please?

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