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Miners
01:14
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Could It Rain Forever?
03:22
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What goes unsaid, goes lost.
A series of buried bones that are better off underground,
but we're too used to digging, and habits are tough to shake off.
So here we are, knee deep in the dirt,
looking for what shouldn't be dug up.
View blurred by the mud,
and hands filled with someone else's blood.
Throw the first stone but hide your hand well afterwards,
covered by the arched back of a coward,
something we know we are.
Accepting warnings can only take us so far.
This looks like the red line.
We become the chemical reaction of the fuel that never burnt.
Let's dry up the paper work that got soaked under the rain,
hoping it will someday be readable again.
Otherwise, we'll never know what we were meant to be.
Unsaid words will make us who we are.
We'll be the chemical reaction of the fuel that never burnt.
God ain't answering back, Margaret.
We're left to our own devices for a little more,
for sure at least until we make it home. Whatever that is.
But I understand if you feel like you're done,
your skin is showing just a bit too much bone.
Leave.
there's nothing left to be saved.
We could run the next red light, never contemplating death.
I just want you to feel alive.
I can guarantee, you will feel alive.
Let's dry up the paper work that got soaked under the rain,
hoping it will someday be readable again.
Otherwise, we'll never know what we were meant to be.
Unsaid words will make us who we are.
We'll be the chemical reaction of the fuel that never burnt.
We were never meant to save ourselves
We were never meant to save ourselves
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