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Though scars remain, in this virtual sky
I'll reboot my love, and learn to fly

Chorus:
Windows crash logs, in this empty space
But I'll restore my faith,

I've wandered through a park, walking you last night,
Searching for solace, searching for light.
But in your embrace, I found my reprieve,
Yet

it felt like psilocybin
Walking through Central Park and losing all sense of timing 

All of the magic remains even when I pull the curtain 
I had

True to the Game

Us3

Broadway & 52nd

1997

was king Albino

Critiqued my form of speak on breakbeats
Cut on 2 Technics in a basement on 210th street
House jams, parks, block parties, halls

(Instrumental build-up, haunting violin)
Time may pass, but wounds remain,
Haunting reminders, of love in vain.
The silence screams, the emptiness calls,
In this

turn, brings me back to where we came
Faded pictures in my mind, memories I can't erase
Haunted by the ghost of you, in this never-ending chase

just want the ring
Balling by myself and I feel like Kobe Bean
Used to eat noodles that were oriental
No more stressing
My progression is monumental

Verse 1:
In a dusty box beneath my bed,
Are memories of times we’ve had.
Photos faded, letters worn,
Echoes of a life once adorned.

Chorus:
Oh,

exposed embarrassed by my feelings
Our first kiss froze time the world fell away
And for a moment we forgot everything

That day on the park bench just

youth my friends
I'm talking myself out relationships instead of in
Where there's smoke there's fire
And when there's growth there's pain required
So I

feel

My daily routine narrated by an Attenborough
Over the instrumental to "Keep It Thoro"
My chain bang glass ceilings, Joe Burrow
When

smart till them start take flight 
Dreams sweet like party 
But inspired by fight 
So when I a sleep
Them always in sight 
Tired of hypocrite people yeah

and reality blend.

But fate had a plan we couldn't see,
A twist in our tale, a mystery.
The winds of change took you away,
And now I’m lost, trying to find my

turn my love on

[Bridge]
We can love on wherever we go, uh 
On the hood of your car, in the park, on the roof, uh
On the kitchen counter
By your mom's

When I wake up abroad
Tangled up by unknowns
I feel a strange warmth by my side
I know what you mean
There's pleasure in taking it slow
Never heard

way
But that's just my thought
As I walk in the kitchen
The bloodied hand's off incision
I pull my zipper way down
But between the parks of my vision

Autumn leaves that collect weight in the ashes of Summer
Are cracked and broken by my intruding step
Foreign thoughts that invade my questioning

as the stars were formed, I’ll leave a rapper’s carcas torn across a hardwood floor, while I’m blaring Linkin Park and Korn. From where the dark is norm, he’s

the wrong department
Four blocks from the apartment in which she's locked in
Dodging marksmen, sitting on a park bench
With a box of chocolates while on my

time
Just don't hit rewind

I've done many wrongs
Have no idea where to start 
Crashed into a bitch
Thought my car was in park
And that the light turned

This a fucked up story. 
Listen close. 
For what I am about to tell you. 
Will change. 
Your life. 
Light in the dark, park. 
Artistic, spark. 
Grand

spoken
But time and time again I hear melancholy's call
I might be out in the park
Lying in the sun
Warm golden beams touching my eyes
In my hand a pint

in peace
Theres profit to be made from the recent deceased

Skeletal remains are safe in the ossuary
Theyre quite stale and not worth a dime
Dont think

by,
We are lost beneath the sky.
In this dance, we find our place,
In your arms, a warm embrace.
Let the music never cease,
In this dance, we find our