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Deer in the Headlights
04:32
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I'm a deer in the headlights, and I'm trying to believe it, but I don't think I'll survive. There's a drumming in my head. And it's starting to make me feel like nothing's real, but I'll just leave it all behind and colour outside the lines.
Why do minds play us like this?
I think I'm losing mine, I think I'm losing mine.
maybe this isn’t the worst winter this mind has ever seen. And maybe someone will care to hear my songs, I see your emotions telling me it's time to leave. You have the eyes of the storm.
The world isn't getting darker everytime a tear sets on your face.
We're all gladiators in our own race.
I'm a deer in the headlights, and I'm trying to believe it, but I don't think I'll survive. There's a drumming in my head. And it's starting to make me feel like nothing's real, but I'll just leave it all behind and colour outside the lines.
Why do minds play us like this?
I think I'm losing mine, I think I'm losing mine
There's red eyes, latelines, rainy days ahead. Apologies, waiting around, I feel your pain. Unheld hands, the burning sun, mind games, but me you'll be back againnnnn
The world isn't getting darker everytime a tear sets on your face.
We're all gladiators in our own race.
I'm a deer in the headlights, and I'm trying to believe it, but I don't think I'll survive. There's a drumming in my head. And it's starting to make me feel like nothing's real, but I'll just leave it all behind and colour outside the lines.
Why do minds play us like this?
I think I'm losing mine, I think I'm losing mine
Why do minds kill us like this?
ooooooooooooooooooh
we are all fools.
we are all fools.
I never want to finish the life I've started.
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Paralysis
04:50
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I’m all alone again, not by choice,
Walking, watching the sunlight die.
I remember when I wanted to tell you,
You’re holding up universe. Your somehow unique
Is it too late to save us.....
Is it too late to say.....
You’re far too good for me
Oh Please forget my haze and self-destructive ways,
I’m too sensitive, why am I so human?
Oh I’m the tar and you’re the lungs.
But I guess, if you want me to I can catch your breath.
And be the humanity you want to see.
Maybe I just want you to love me.
I just want to manipulate my reality
I need to paralyse my mind, or at least try
Is it too late to save us.....
Is it too late to, is it too late?!
You’re far too good for me,
Oh no Please forget my haze and self-destructive ways,
I’m too sensitive, why am I so human?
Oh I’m the tar and you’re the lungs.
But I guess, if you want me to I can catch your breath.
And be the humanity you want to see.
Maybe I just want you to love me.
(ooooooooh woah,oooooah )
Do I look homeless? Teary eyed on the side of the road,
I swear I’m not a violent person only my emotions are;
I swear I’m not violent.
Only my emotions are,,, violentttttttttttttttt
Ooooooooooooooooh woah
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Dead Flies
04:00
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Here I remain in this place, in my own layer of the universe.
Honestly what the hell am I expecting to achieve?
Will I ever deserve a future like the ones in my vivid dreams?
But I won't complain, I'm safely in danger.
I hope im happy with the situation im in.
Can I still go to the doctors if the growing pains are in my mind?
Why can't I keep the promises I make with myself?
At least from my skin to my soul, I know I'm not done fighting.
Oh, for better or worse I'm not done fighting.
Here I remain at this place, in my own pathetic layer of the universe,
in a void, with thunderstorms for thoughts. at least I'm not here alone,
Can I still go to the doctors if the growing pains are in my mind? We're no more perfect than dead flies...
Why can't I keep the promises I make with myself?
At least from my skin to my soul, I know I'm not done fighting.
Oh, for better or worse I'm not done fighting.
I guess I control whether or not I smile today.... ..
And What's keeping me alive is killing me, and what’s killing me is keeping me alive
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The Wanderer
04:24
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Sometimes it’s good to be awake, or nice to be alive.
But I’ve almost overdosed on disappointment so. Many. times.
Why do people make everything over before it’s begun?
I want to escape this town.
But not today, because you smiled at me.
Not tomorrow, I want to see the world through your eyes.
They don’t need me here, would I better in the ground?
Aren’t we all falling apart?
I would be honoured to be punched by you.
I knew you were gone before you even left.
The skin on my hands is bleeding from trying to. Hold. on.
Surely I’m too young to have hands that shake.
Surely I’m too old to be refusing what I should take.
I want to escape this hell.
But not today, because you smiled at me.
Not tomorrow, I want to see the world through your eyes.
They don’t need me here, would I better in the ground?
Aren’t we all falling apart?
I would be honoured to be punched by you.
You know I would be honoured to be punched by you.
Yeahhh I would be honoured to be cried over, by you.
I hope one day, you miss me.
Or, when the waters cold, you’ll think of me.
I hope one day, you cry over me.
Or, when the waters cold,I hope you’ll think of me.
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Rivers on my cheeks, we’re the children of daydreams.
I’ll miss what I’m watching leave.
I fear my thoughts for there are none
And no-one will hear the calls of this lone eagle at dusk
I’ll grab you by my claws so you’ll stay,
I make a man a ghost.
As calm as a catastrophe, I wonder if you’ll still remember me
we’re all crumbling to pieces gracefully
we love the ones who step on our souls.
I’ll grab you by my claws, so you’ll stay.
I make a mortal a ghost
Heaven please give us an extension of time for this love to survive
I know I’m awful, but please I’m begging
Heaven please give us an extension of time to live out a lie
To love is to lie
To lie is to love.
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Drowning Sky
04:46
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All we are is emotions and choices, why would anyone want mine?.................... But I'll be fine, as long as my troubles never come around. Think I am getting better but my mind is slowly rotting.
Ooh but don't listen to your heart, just listen to the waves. Is my soul finally on fire? Am I kindling the flame?
Or am I.....
Under a drowning sky, and please tell me what even is a normal life? Not always sure what's real, but all your colours seem so clear.
My body is a permanent cage, only death came make it free.
But it's all alright, my happiness don't really matter to me.
Its 2 am, am I doing something I will regret? These street lamps have become my best friend. But nothing can heal the damage this silence has done.
Ooh but don't listen to your heart, just listen to the screams. Is my soul finally on fire? Am I finally burning?
Or am I.....
Under a drowning sky, and please tell me what even is a normal life? Not always sure what's real, but all your colours seem so clear.
My body is a permanent cage, only living will help me feel free.
But it's all alright, my false happiness has really addicted me
Oooh woah.
I don't what I said.
Oooh woah.
I don't what I said.
Why are you drowning me? Why are you drowning me?
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Bridget Allan Melbourne, Australia
Bridget Allan is an indie/jazz-influenced singer-songwriter from the Mornington Peninsula. She is currently studying for a Bachelor of Music at the University of Melbourne, specialising in Jazz & Improvisation. Bridget’s most significant musical influences are Jeff Buckley and Florence + The Machine. ... more
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