IV. The Solipsist
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Lyrics
We're not defined by the time toughen the knot and symphony will rhyme these sparse of solitaries. sentiments of a man. My fear against the ground would it all make sense now? Dead wretched opossum lay, the moon is risen in my last day. Ain't we all just imageries of our past? Ask me to sing the rest Ache that forever rests Harrows the idea of silent quest The idea of living For forever, for what we desire, the mutual solace.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 05:49
- Key
- 10
- Tempo
- 142 BPM