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The Bunny The Bear

Soul

 

Soul

(album: The Stomach For It - 2012)


I don't need to wait for somebody just to call my own.
(Let them take what is left of me.)
I just need to find my soul when the lights go out.
(Am I all alone?)

I don't need to wait for somebody just to call my own.
(Let them take what is left of me)
I just need to find my soul when the lights go out.
(Am I all alone?.)

Live it up, while you wait for it.
Live it up, lose a day for it.

And I know it goes without saying that the modern complexion is irrelevant here.
That the only means of air flow is brought by the scent of your hair.
That candlelight serves better on the inside not out.
That the square engulfs the circle like the scream engulfs a shout.

I'm made of stone.
Medicate the unknown.
Serve me in small pieces,
So you'll never eat alone.

I don't need to wait for somebody just to call my own.
(Let them take what is left of me.)
I just need to find my soul when the lights go out.
(Am I all alone?)

I don't need to wait for somebody just to call my own.
(Let them take what is left of me.)
I just need to find my soul when the lights go out.
(Am I all alone?)

You hold onto a fraction of the pigmentation that was left behind.

Rubble, built on lies.

And I know that we were happy well before it was said.

That the involuntary motion never felt so bad.
Tasting every single notion of my writers block is just cause and effect of staring at this clock.

Now I'm walking to the ocean looking to the sea.
Praying it will drown my sorrow with what's left of me.

Fill my lungs.. now there's nothing left to say.

I don't need to wait for somebody just to call my own.
(Let them take what is left of me.)
I just need to find my soul when the lights go out.
(Am I all alone?) [x3]

I don't need to wait for somebody just to call my own.
I just need to find my soul when the lights go out.

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