Cycles
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lasauer
lasauer Let's just stop and think
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Float, swirl, twirl, curl - "BOOM" a new world. Cycling around the clouds, jumping into my flaws.

Cycles

Float, swirl, twirl, curl - "BOOM" a new world.

Cycling around the clouds, jumping into my flaws.

I can grow bigger while I'm building up to crumble.

At the end of the cycle is where I stumble, mumble something incomprehensible.

Rhythm changed again, please follow.

Right about now is when I swallow my sorrow.

Counting sheep while I creep up under my pillows.

Do you really wanna know?

Foreign, known - what's the difference ?

I knew you once, haven't seen you since.

Don't even know how long it's been.

I don't hold on to broken branches; stepped, crushed and turned into mud.

A new cycle, a new curve.

Take my tears, they're too salty for my skin.

The puddles make me drag my feet.

Them cycles, love. Sour, sweet.

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