Текст песни Circulation - The Early November
There's
a
darkness
In
the
most
well
lit
room
Even
the
brightest
bulb
needs
to
be
held
in
place
And
fed
by
the
energy
we
fight
for,
we
fight
for
I
am
the
radiator
throwing
heat
And
you're
the
fire
burning
oil,
this
we
need
to
stay
warm
Oh
the
tales
we
tell
are
glorious
Under
the
bed
we
sleep
Under
the
dreams
we
dream
The
dust
that
fills
our
lungs
Accumulates
to
the
root
of
our
body's
weakness
We
are
what
we
believe
in
Blind
by
self
depletion
scared
I
got
to
dry
my
hands
and
bleach
em
all
Find
myself
a
reason
not
to
cover
up
The
court
didn't
give
me
a
chance
to
make
my
case
Thrown
out
like
old
boxes,
my
words
they
sit
wet
in
the
rain
Until
they
dissolve
away
just
balling
up
like
old
paper
Almost
like
litter
to
the
side
of
the
road
until
it
no
longer
Can
hold
its
shape,
just
crumble
into
the
earth
someday
Becoming
sand
to
remain
that
way
forever
Blind
by
self
depletion
scared
I
got
to
dry
my
hands
and
bleach
em
all
Find
myself
a
reason
not
to
cover
up
Blind
by
self
depletion
scared
I
got
to
dry
my
hands
and
bleach
em
all
Find
myself
a
reason
not
to
cover
up

1 Narrow Mouth
2 Better This Way
3 Magnolia
4 The Negatives
5 Boxing Timelines
6 Circulation
7 Harmony
8 Cyanide
9 I Don't Care
10 Nothing Lasts Forever
11 Digital Age
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