Little Expressionless Animals

Memoryhouse

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    Softly held the light beneath your skin
    Never drew a breath between our names
    As you come aware that something's left
    Everybody knows that you are dead

    I can feel this place becoming what it never was
    Do we embrace the hours, as if we never lost
    One lonely resignation, tethered to your thoughts
    I'm dreaming through these motions, in hopes that it will last

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    And I won't follow you back home

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    Composition: Evan Abeele

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