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Sometimes I hate the me that’s keeping me alive

How to Destroy Angels – Ice Age

I find it looks the same, but everything has changed
I find remembering gets harder every day
Sometimes, I still believe who I pretend to be
Sometimes, the little thing’s exactly how it seems
Exactly how it seems

I see the color of your eyes has turned to gray
I feel the wind is growing colder every day
Sometimes, I open up the walls and disappear
Sometimes, the crashing of the waves is all I hear

Ocean, oh, help me find a way
Ocean, oh, wash us all away

I know that everything we did will come around
I take the thought of you and burn it to the ground
Sometimes, I’m waiting for this ice age to arrive
Sometimes, I hate the me that’s keeping me alive

Ocean, oh, help me find a way
Ocean, oh, wash us all away
Ocean, oh, help me find a way
Ocean, oh, carry us away

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