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Saints Kiss
Grandma's Ashes
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Far from the hustle
All I hear is a remain
Of nice dissociation, Ah
My body making no sound
In comparison
It's the most deafening
Of all my feelings
In the night I left them
Lovers passing by
Somehow hearing laughter
Leaves me hollow
Hollow, hollow...
And Saints raise their glasses
Saints kiss at the window
Don't know if it'll last
I have a hunch about tomorrow
From an orange window
A warm light attracts me
Like a small bug on a wall
I have a hunch about tomorrow
Far from the hustle
All I hear is a remain
Of nice dissociation
My feet are getting me up
As I wake up with no faith
I'll drink from the same cup
Always tasteless
And Saints raise their glasses
Saints kiss at the window
Don't know if it'll last
I have a hunch about tomorrow
From an orange window
A warm light attracts me
Like a small bug on a wall
I have a hunch about tomorrow
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