[00:00.94]Elegy - Carina Round
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[00:25.71]Something ripped me open
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[00:34.84]From my little death woken
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[00:44.17]The fading rhythm of a lifeline
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[00:53.57]Is music for a dead child
[00:56.73]I'm skirting the rim
[00:59.29]Skirting the rim of reality
[01:06.25]Skirting the rim
[01:08.81]Love don't pull me in
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[01:15.39]Somehow everything is broken
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[01:26.07]Hours past and never replayed
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[01:35.11]I sing the sickness of a love that
[01:43.88]Though it lives can never be made
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[01:58.05]There are cracks where
[02:00.14]The white light burns through
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[02:06.94]Seems I see everything but the truth
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[02:16.49]Once more to that sacred place
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[02:25.34]The dream that sucks me under
[02:28.84]I'm skirting the rim
[02:31.27]Skirting the rim of reality
[02:38.01]Skirting the rim
[02:40.38]Love don't pull me in
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[02:47.00]Somehow everything is broken
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[02:57.36]Hours past and never replayed
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[03:06.22]I sing the sickness of a love that
[03:14.88]Though it lives can never be made
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[03:40.40]Somehow everything is clearer now
[03:50.45]Hours pass with never a relief
[03:59.37]I sing the sadness of a moment
[04:07.63]Though it lived was never seen seen seen