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Who are you now?

Don't let the dark night hide
The flickering stars
Don't let the rain drown out
The sound of your beating heart

Your golden hour

When the time is on the hour
I put on my shield
Empty lanes
Shutters down
A gun hanging by the sleeve
Just the barking sounds of the hound
The kid

Illuminate this new born world 
By the funeral pyre of the old 
Reset the clock on mankind 
The hour hand the hammer, the minute the nail 

And I know what

by as usual
My mind filled with missing your face
A minute feels like hours, and hours feel like days

Playing our song on repeat
Wishing you were

flickered above me 
and a TV played without sound 

Hours passed hours 
as the stream of traffic went dry 

I did not know now who was the ghost 

A couple

since they left St Petersburg and four hours left to go 
But a strange amnesia would take hold by the time they got to Moscow 

They'd had their fill

imagining the censer's smoky smell
As by the cross they pray their last?

Send someone to tell me you're still mine
These final hours are rushing by
I'd give

every raindrop?
Can a tí hear? The lights inside the room
Can a tí see? What annoying sound
So…
I'm no sure who I can believe
I'm getting blinded by

Let's start by loving your imperfections
Cus' perfectly perfect
You are so perfectly perfected
Gathered and well collected
An angel in heaven's section

finale
A crescendo left a wreck
A man made out of memory
Remembered by his lettering
Punctuates the performance
By hanging from the neck

Who am I? Shit

a walmart parade
By the light of a screen, some blue tinted hour
The saddest houseplant blooms a flower

sure faster than me
I thought about the sunsets that would take place there 
And about being present for them by your side 
Only to miss the colors in

she’s so lovely 
But she cries way too much
Oral wisdom leads to nothing
Cause I’m living on the dole

A few hours pass by
Sometimes it takes all night

The Feast of Flowers in the evening hours
The world is ours at the Feast of Flowers

Open the curtain of the past again
The breeze is so inviting

sidewalks near a
24-hour QFC grocery store
And a conversation about
Sexy Winnie the Pooh
With your friends from years before me
It all sounds like French

Yeah
Hahahaa
You feel it
Nah
Light it, turned on by a white bitch (Ya)
Side chick licks my dick like a high Levis
Fits around it, quite split (Ouff)

(We gotta tell em')
Our finest hour has just begun
We are His bride
Swing the gates open wide and
Church be the church
Heal the hurt
Shine the Light in

by hour
Making me feel like I had all the power
ALL LIES
On the lookout for enemy spies
But to my surprise 
Only my demise
You tried breaking these

You used to drive through
20 minutes or more to spend your time
Talking to me, hours and hours
Falling by the sweet and the sour
Based on purity

Yeah, doing jumping jacks while asthmatic
I'm trynna breath but it's ass backwards
Rap bible Young Stone the pastor
Passing by and catchin eyes, they

the shine on him (The Son) 
In the background like pull the cord 
Filled with the Holy Spirit, heart pierced by the sword 
Take it 24 hours at a time 
Giving

You used to drive through
20 minutes or more to spend your time
Talking to me, hours and hours
Falling by the sweet and the sour
Based on purity.
You

Pleightfour Presents: Location Unknown Four: Happy Hour.

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nerve
I don't want to sound complicated, but my eyes hurt
Falling soldier lil falling soldier
We was posted out the Conor store, like the time running