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Precipitate by Interpol (First Demo)
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Been bad, Saturn makes your mind break in pieces
Been bad, so you cannot find the dimensions
But it will be around these spots that I've given to you
You will know that you'll breathe my vapors every time that you pass through this room

[Pre-Chorus]
Pass through this room
Walk through my gloom
Daphne, you find me

[Chorus]
Daphne, when you find me, let the blood drive and come and lie with me
Daphne, symmetry, you can't help but admire what a choice room this used to be

[Verse 2]
Bad, Saturn makes your mind break in pieces
Been bad, so you cannot find the dimensions
But it will be around these spots that I've given to you
You will know that you'll breathe my vapors every time that you pass through this room

[Pre-Chorus]
Pass through this room
Walk through my gloom
Daphne, you find me

[Chorus]
Daphne, you find me to put you were inside use that for my memory
Daphne, symmetry, you can't help but admire what a choice room this used to be
Daphne, come as on display; will you find a way to draw the curtains of damp around your blushing ambition?

Blushing ambition
Blushing ambition
Blushing ambition

[Bridge]
I found you inside my mind
I lost you inside my mind
I found you inside my mind
I lost you inside my mind

[Break]
I was a child, I was a vice, a coyote, conditions, locations, facts
I was a child, I was a vice, a coyote, conditions, locations, facts

Erase them all perhaps
Erase them all
Erase them all perhaps
My own thing, my own thing

[Verse 3]
Now you're all that I have here
Now we can't remember
And you could fall back on lust when you've learnt to wait
They can be like the friends and neighbors you will get to appreciate, them

[Outro]
I have inside me some strange glow
I'm still enjoying this, that's why I made a mess
I'm still enjoying this, that's why I made a mess
That's why I made a mess

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Take me back where I was your only friend
Well I was patiently waiting on your response
You’re perfectly out of place

You say if I can’t love myself
Then how the hell can I try to love you?
Did you forget how it first felt
Or did you feel nothing when I held on to you?

You’re perfectly out of place
You’re perfectly out of place

It made me wanna hurt myself
But I would never do that to you
And I still thought it through
Sleep tonight and think this through
You are the only one that I care about

And you’re so beautiful
I wish I could reach out and touch you
Soft skin, your lips
I could die, could die and never cry again

And I’ll just say it outright
I won’t try to be poetic or silly
I cut myself on the bathroom floor with scissors and I bled
I couldn’t reconcile the pain I had so I made myself breathe a new way
And I tried to hide my scars
But when you saw the blood stains on my bed sheets
You said “What’s wrong?”
And held me
And I felt loved
And I felt loved for the first time in what seems like forever
And as you grasped me tight I felt like I was in the arms of God
And there I wailed
And there I wailed
You’re perfectly out of place
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Time has come to go
Pack your bags, hit the open road
Our hearts just won't die
It's the trip keeps us alive

Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh, ooooh
So many miles
So many miles
So many miles
Away

They're following some dance of light
Tearing into the night
Watching you fall asleep
The sweetest dove in the dream

Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh, ooooh
So many miles
So many miles
So many miles
Away

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Overthinker

A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts.
So... he loses touch with reality, and lives in a world of illusions.
By thoughts I mean specifically, chatter in the skull.
Perpetual and compulsive repetition of words, of reckoning and calculating. I'm not saying that thinking is bad.
Like everything else,
It's useful in moderation.
A good servant, but a bad master.
And all so-called civilized peoples have increasingly become crazy and self-destructive.
Because through excessive thinking they have lost touch with reality.
That's to say...
We confuse signs, with the real world...

This is the beginning of the meditation.

Most of us would have rather money than tangible wealth.
And a great occasion is somehow spoiled for us unless photographed.
And to read about it the next day in the newspaper, is oddly more fun for us than the original event. This is a disaster...
For as a result of confusing the real world of nature with mere signs, we are destroying nature. We are so tied up in our minds that we've lost our senses.
Time to wake up.
What is reality? Obviously... no one can say.
Because it isn't words.
It isn't material, that's just an idea.
Reality is...
The point cannot be explained in words.
I'm not trying to put you down.
It's an expression of you as you are.
One must live...
We need to survive to go on...
We must go on.
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The Iron never lies to you. "You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you’re a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.”

Listen to Barbells

The barbell teaches you a different lesson. The barbell holds the opportunities for getting stronger, changing your body, and building resolve. But (and this is the important bit) the barbell also doesn't give a ♥♥♥♥ about you.

You pick it up and you get positive, life-changing results.... or you don't and you get nothing. The bar doesn't care one way or another. It looks you right in the face and says, "This is going to be hard and it's going to take a lot of work but the payoff is awesome. Take it or leave it."

In today's society, it's a lesson many need to learn. Life is a barbell. The opportunities are right there. You just have to pick them up and start grinding. It's all on you. Always has been. Always will be.

Do you think that if women had ♥♥♥♥♥ they would be less ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥? -SwaggerSouls.

Love, you see, is the one force that cannot be explained, that cannot be broken down to a chemical process. It is the beacon that guides us back home when no one is there, and the light that illuminates our loss. Its absence robs us all pleasure of our capacity for joy. It makes our nights darker and days gloomier. But when we find love no matter how wrong, how sad, or how terrible we cling to it, it gives us our strength, it holds us upright. It feeds on us and we feed on it. Love is our grace. Love is our downfall. -The Strain

Lets suppose that you were able every night to dream any dream you wanted to dream, and you would naturally as you began on this adventure of dreams, you would fulfill all your wishes. You would have every kind of pleasure, you see, and after several nights you would say, well that was pretty great, but now lets have a surprise, lets have a dream which isn't under control. Well something is going to happen to me that i don't know what it's gonna be. Then you would get more and more adventurous, and you would make further and further out gambles as to what you would dream, and finally you would dream where you are now.

If you awaken from this illusion And you understand black implies white self implies other life implies death you can feel yourself not as a stranger in the world not as something here on probation not as something that has arrived here by fluke but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolute fundamental what you are basically deep deep down far far in is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself.

“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. Thi