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Loss For Words Webster Lake Ep

I climbed to the top of this mountain with no fear of tumbling down. For one brief moment in time I freed my mind of this town. Got clear sight

Here we are again, face to face with ourselves, and we're hating every second of it. What have I done to deserve this? 'Cause I'm not that person

Paint a picture as we're walking on the street, a collage of paint, cement and steam. Just like Deja Vu, still life in a dream. There you stood just