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No More Fires
03:38
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And the thing that wakes me up is the weight of a pile of rocks and the love of my brothers - As I cry: "Why is it me?"
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Pillies
02:59
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I'm reaching in my chest to give back what you left. I could never repay you. I was throwing stones before I stretched the skin back over my bones. Where I come from your secrets die with you. And you grew up in the shadow of a cross.
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Bones
02:22
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We were comrades in both our past lives and I'm sorry I called you out in a song or two. You wanted my apology, I wanted to be the salt in your wounds
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Bad Storm Prison
14:09
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There could never be a wall, an ocean, or a mountain that could contain the angels. We could never build a wall, an ocean, or a mountain that could contain the angels.
There will be no more past or present. Everyday will feel like your fondest memory.
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