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letra de luminescence - ivycomb

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hey, don’t you wanna see
a bit more of a better me?
when three bastions of better places
all bring stones, shake those bitter faces

we used to gather among the stars
and gaze for snapshots behind the cars
i have a feeling the past is with us
a memory plagued with lies and sickness

i need to see that my brain’s my enemy
wring out thoughts with dirty towels
stuff a pillow, hide my yowls

so take me to a wonderland
where the water’s fresh by beach’s sand
and i feel the paddles brush thе torrent
put up resistance, feel thе current

if dreams are made of ecstasy
then the dopamine was robbed of me
for the thoughts are made of hopes and prayers
an npc, we’re not the players

i just wish i could see another perspective
i don’t have a clue what i need to do to get by
but i need you more than ever now
your voice soothes all my woes
cause life’s so far complicated
and i don’t know where to go anymore
i need to see that my brain’s my enemy
wring out thoughts with dirty towels
stuff a pillow, hide my yowls

he took me to a wonderland where the water rushed through rocks and sand
and it carried wishes through the current, with no resistance, love abhorrent
these dreams absorbed the ecstasy, and i lost sight right in front of me
all the thoughts i feel are hopeless prayers, a wishful dragon, love-filled layers

hey, don’t you wanna see
a bit more of a better me?
when three bastions of better places
all bring stones, shake those bitter faces

we used to gather among the stars
and gaze for snapshots behind the cars
i have a feeling the past is with us
a memory plagued with lies and sickness

so take me to a wonderland (so take me there)
where the water’s fresh by beach’s sand (why won’t you stare?)
and i feel the paddles brush the torrent (your mind so bare?)
put up resistance, feel the current

if dreams are made of ecstasy (my dreams are crushed)
then the dopamine was robbed of me (so full of l-st)
for the thoughts are made of hopes and prayers (do what you must)
an npc, we’re not the players
so take me to a wonderland
where the water’s fresh by beach’s sand
and i feel the paddles brush the torrent
put up resistance, feel the current

if dreams are made of ecstasy
then the dopamine was robbed of me
for the thoughts are made of hopes and prayers
an npc, we’re not the players

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