Magnetic tapes are old bloodstreams For this recording machine. Were serving all the jaded hearts Of those without a place to start. And washing them of all mistake Ill confidence could never fake The notes and bolts that ring this song Expired tales of love gone wrong. Why do I stay the same? Why do I hear your name On every street, on every path? Luminance. Why do I hear your name? Why do I feel the same In every dream I ever have? Luminance. Standing in a freezing place beyond, Until your heart has stopped its chime. Branded with an order number, And washing them of all mistake.
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