soren bryce - you'll probably never hear this lyrics
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i don’t know why i organize my mind
like days to weeks i might once need the help
every monday, through every sunday
my head in that car again, again, again
i hope someday i’m as bad as you
feeling the head there anyway
but in a hole where i can’t be loved
have magnets and a light
and my skin is disappearing
every monday, through every sunday
i go back to those very new ways
i hope someday i’m as bad as you
feeling the head there anyway
i hope someday i’m as bad as you
but in the heaven of anyone
but in a hole where it can’t be long
i hope sunday, maybe sunday
maybe sunday, maybe sunday
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