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I stop for a while
on the corner of our street
To catch my breath
Find the strength to carry on

There's a dark cloud raging
All across my weary heart
It's been tearing me apart
Turning laughter into sighs
Few steps into a mile

No I don't want to hurt you
I can't even bear the thought
God knows that you've been hurt before
I tried to heal the wounds they've done
Now I will be the one


And sure as every day falls to the night
Every little thing I touch, it dies
I watch you slowly slip out of my hands
I'm just trying to understand

Why when in need is the hardest time to call
Why do I rise when I'm always bound to fall
Why do I keep being misunderstood
And why can't I love you half as much as I should


So I'll come home and I will kiss you
Like Judas on your cheek
And hold you close
Try to make myself believe
That you're still everything to me
Make myself believe
That I don't have to leave


But sure as every day falls to the night
Every little thing I touch, it dies
I watch you slowly slip out of my hands
I'm just trying to understand

Why when in need is the hardest time to call
Why do I rise when I'm always bound to fall
Why do I keep being misunderstood
And why can't I love you
Why can't I love you half as much as I should

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from End of the line EP, released April 15, 2017

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Martin Binder Brno, Czechia

Martin, an aspiring twenty-something, finds playing guitar and singing much more appealing than acting like an actual goddamned adult.

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