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Alaska
Artysta: Chokebore
You smell like burning luggage, lighting fires on the hillsides, you remind me of Alaska and other places that I`ve been to, but I`ve been swimming in the noises of all these other people, trying to hold it all together and pretend like everything`s like normal. But, I`m down, what do you want from me? Don`t you know what counts? You sound like falling airplanes and you scream at me to watch you, as you fall through stained-glass windows into other peoples houses, but my knees are weak, my knees are weak. And I`m down, what do you want from me? Don`t you know what counts?
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