PINK MOON

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WEREWOLF

i don't mean to close the door, but for the record: my heart is sore. you blew through me like bullet holes, left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul. you left me broke down begging for change, had to catch a ride with the man who's deranged. he had your hands on my father's face; another western vampire, different time, same place. i has dreams that brings me sadness. rain much deeper than a river. sorrow flow through me, tiny waves of shivers. corny movies make me reminisce. they break me down easy on this generic love shit. first kiss, frog and princess.
i'ma shake you off, though, get up on that horse and ride into the sunset. look back with no remorse.



stills//fra TVen

THINGS I DID WHEN I WAS DEAD

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WAIT FOR THE WINTERTIME

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TIGHTROPE

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OH THAT WAS SO REAL

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IT'S SAD

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but i agree.

WITH PORTFOLIO

If someone said that Mogwai are the stars I would not object.
If the stars had a sound it would sound like this.
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COLOR THE ERA

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IN A DREAM OF GOLDEN SKANS

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BREATHE ME

noen ganger føler jeg meg litt nostalgisk.

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CLOUDS UP

head heavy. throat sore. sight blurred. voice cracked.

there's nothing good on tv.

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RE:STACKS

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I CUT LIKE A BUFFALO

people like you just fuel my fire.

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