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Behind Glass

๐Ÿ‘ค Holy Sons โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ In the Garden โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:05
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โฑ๏ธ 3:05 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Memories do pass and fade
Like lazy Sundays
There's a strange wind blowing through the trees
That sickens my knees

I could spend my days breaking out of a jail I built
Sitting behind glass I installed in the past to escape

It's absurd to know why I didn't grow
Lucky for the ones who take and grab what they see
So different from me
The whole world is jealous of itself
It's jealous of itself

I could spend my days breaking out of a jail I built
Sitting behind glass I installed in the past to escape

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