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๐Ÿ‘ค The Early November โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Imbue โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:38
๐ŸŽต 1074 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:38 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 5924411

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

There's a darkness
In the most well lit room
Even the brightest bulb needs to be held in place
And fed by the energy we fight for, we fight for
I am the radiator throwing heat
And you're the fire burning oil, this we need to stay warm
Oh the tales we tell are glorious
Under the bed we sleep
Under the dreams we dream
The dust that fills our lungs
Accumulates to the root of our body's weakness
We are what we believe in

Blind by self depletion scared
I got to dry my hands and bleach em all
Find myself a reason not to cover up

The court didn't give me a chance to make my case
Thrown out like old boxes, my words they sit wet in the rain
Until they dissolve away just balling up like old paper
Almost like litter to the side of the road until it no longer
Can hold its shape, just crumble into the earth someday
Becoming sand to remain that way forever

Blind by self depletion scared
I got to dry my hands and bleach em all
Find myself a reason not to cover up

Blind by self depletion scared
I got to dry my hands and bleach em all
Find myself a reason not to cover up

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:16.31] There's a darkness
[00:19.04] In the most well lit room
[00:20.80] Even the brightest bulb needs to be held in place
[00:25.34] And fed by the energy we fight for, we fight for
[00:33.32] I am the radiator throwing heat
[00:37.77] And you're the fire burning oil, this we need to stay warm
[00:45.91] Oh the tales we tell are glorious
[00:51.43] Under the bed we sleep
[00:54.12] Under the dreams we dream
[00:55.93] The dust that fills our lungs
[00:57.71] Accumulates to the root of our body's weakness
[01:03.14] We are what we believe in
[01:07.68] Blind by self depletion scared
[01:12.20] I got to dry my hands and bleach em all
[01:15.89] Find myself a reason not to cover up
[01:50.28] The court didn't give me a chance to make my case
[01:54.75] Thrown out like old boxes, my words they sit wet in the rain
[01:59.24] Until they dissolve away just balling up like old paper
[02:04.79] Almost like litter to the side of the road until it no longer
[02:10.14] Can hold its shape, just crumble into the earth someday
[02:14.51] Becoming sand to remain that way forever
[02:23.59] Blind by self depletion scared
[02:26.66] I got to dry my hands and bleach em all
[02:32.13] Find myself a reason not to cover up
[03:22.82] Blind by self depletion scared
[03:26.04] I got to dry my hands and bleach em all
[03:30.58] Find myself a reason not to cover up
[04:30.24]

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