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White Homes Lyrics
by Tilt
White frame lies to live in leave, nothing to gain, your colorless =
divinities can scarcely light the way, white frame homes in celibate =
rows, they swell and melt together, aspirations lie in possesions each =
swellers dream so similar. Keep witches behind, mythical lines, and =
squeeze my faith between my knees, I can't take one more lie, so I'll =
take one of each. In this static heat, I barely make my home suffice, =
persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine. Pack it in, save =
it up, pack it in, save it up. In this static heat, I barely make my =
home suffice, persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine, =
Impeded by machine, awash in blue light spending nights, imbibing life =
through their screen, it shows me to believe.
Submitted by: Mel
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