Fairgrounds - Mimic | Текст песни

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this house is not a home
raised hell with little help from anyone
that couldn't speak our language

stayed to see you off
like goodbye means anything
like we could ever matter so much to anyone

let's go somewhere exciting
i'm so over finding
meaning in anything
without its own

if walls could talk i know they'd have
a lot to fucking talk about
i know that i've been dying out

figured out
why i was losing perspective
i am so lost just keeping up appearances
to mimic true experience

left to find some peace of mind
buried in the same place i reside
resigned to let my losses stay unfound
my mind is racing
and it's every thought i've ever had
vs every thought i guess i threw away

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