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I'm lacking any semblance of reason. Am I as ugly as you want me to be? No, I’m not doing so well? I’ll smash my face through glass, and maybe that would help. Take my blood, I set it free. I’m killing time, you’re killing me. Wash my insides out with soap. You’re killing time, I’m killing hope.

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from what it's like to live on the moon, released May 25, 2014

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Sorta Lonely Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Sorta Lonely might have been a band at one point. Then maybe they weren't anymore. I have no idea.

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