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Scent Explosion |
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The light inside is flowing out
A mother holds her pride, and glances to the ground
A key was left for her to find
Her seeds were lost inside, a shroud of endless clouds
Does it feel all right
’cause you seem uptight
In a sea of relevance, riding through the wind
A seething wave of decadence, a lost communion
A scent explosion wakes your mind
Afraid the clocks will stop, and all will tumble down
She reached to touch the waterline
A faded cloth will rot, and all began to drop
Does it feel all right
’cause it seems all right
In a sea of relevance, riding through the wind
A seething wave of decadence, a lost communion
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