Our First Brains - Funeral | Текст песни

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• Our First Brains
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I destroyed my living room. I was so convinced you liked me too. Now you’re diseased, I’m distressed sleep. It’s so frustrating that you never call. But you locked your door and left me nothing. Vernacular I stole, I guess that’s something left. Syntax, I love you. Your home is a temple but my is a casket. Been spending some summers just running away from it. Syntax, I love you. But you locked your door and left me nothing. Vernacular I stole, I guess that’s something left. Syntax, I love you. Your body’s a temple but mine’s in a casket. Been spending some summers just running away from this. Syntax, I love you. There’s no comfort in nervous slurs when the last syllable goes unheard.

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