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se se sc - dimlite lyrics

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[verse one]

on a sunny evening in may…
uncanny – the guy looks like me
stops and cries out, that spring
doesn’t mean anything anymore
with the hand that’s not held open
he points to kids plucking notes up in a tree
and he spits on the golden, rippled
fleeting ground that is our streets

half a pack of smokes into his hand
’cause i don’t have no cash
trying to keep my eyes from
wandering off to that tree with the pups not knowing sad

[break down]

[verse two]

on a bleak evening in november…
uncanny – the guy still looks like me
stops and cries out, that the cold
doesn’t mean anything anymore
with the hand that’s not held open
he points to a pile of kids hearts turned to stone
and he spits on the frozen, rippled, fleeting ground that is our home

half a pack of smokes into his hand
’cause i don’t have no cash
while i keep my eyes of this rocky pile of hearts

the trees are defoliated now
together we stare for another moment…

let me finish up this nonsense in irradiant golden –

[outro]

- dimlite lyrics

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