Brian Paone

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Try to investigate when we draw waste
And live by a drug and white art canvases
Breaking silhouettes come free
As soon as glass would form concrete graces
And you bring the flowers downstairs, downstairs
...downstairs, downstairs, downstairs

Breathing through your eyes, breathing through your eyes

It was the window I hated, time keeps falling apart
It was the window I hated, time keeps falling apart
It was the window I hated, time keeps falling apart

When life is lost at a humble start
When life is lost it falls apart
When life is lost at a humble start
When life is lost it falls apart

Capture us and suffer an empty sex
Deeper above the angry angel model
Create electric fashion only to imagine
Old dusty junk with glorious balance
And you bring the flowers downstairs, downstairs

Breathing through your eyes

It was only a second ago
But I can't seem to get back there

It was the window I hated, time keeps falling apart
It was the window I hated, time keeps falling apart
It was the window I hated, time keeps falling apart

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