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Existentialism On Prom Night
by, Straylight Run

When the sun came up
We were sleeping in
Sunk inside our blankets
Sprawled across the bed
And we were dreaming
There are moments when, when I know it
And the world revolves around us
And we're keeping it, keeping it all going
This delicate balance
Vulnerable
All knowing

Sing like you think no one's listening
You would kill for this
Just a little bit

Just a little bit
You would
You would

Sing like you think no one's listening
You would kill for this
Just a little bit
Just a little bit
You would
You would

Sing me something soft
Sad and delicate
Or loud and out of key
Sing me anything


We're glad for what we've got
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out
right in front of us

Sing like you think no one's listening
You would kill for this
Just a little bit
Just a little bit
You would

Sing like you think no one's listening
You would kill for this
Just a little bit
Just a little bit
You would
You would

Sing me something soft
Sad and delicate
Or loud and out of key
Sing me anything





 
 
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