Letras:
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: I grip my mind around an existence of liquid that seems to invade my lungs and mind like salt. I hold on Loosing ground to the things that matter

: Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black body swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from

This space between you and me Is more distant than it seems I'm frozen in reality The space between world and dream I know reality I know reality and

I grip my mind around an existence of liquid that seems to invade my lungs and mind like salt. I hold on Loosing ground to the things that matter over

I spiral down the mountain Sandcastles built in my head I spiral round confusion Seeking answers instead And in my illusion Echoings of words that you

I spiral down the mountain Sandcastles built in my head I spiral round confusion Seeking answers instead And in my illusion Echoings of words that you

Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black body swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the

Emptiness can be so heavy Vacant souls try to fill the holes with money All the hypocrites selling all the lies labeled cure Medicated and sedated The

: This space between you and me Is more distant than it seems I'm frozen in reality The space between world and dream I know reality I know reality