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Hymn of the Elevator

from Id​é​e Fixe by WAKING THINGS

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Speak. Spoke. You must have not said enough. You just kept going. With your teeth bared, a lion's grin showing. A liar won't care.

If you lay your voice over mine, look away, pass the time, but you better believe in some kind of god because you kill me with every line.

There's something inside the cavity bled. The root or the ending is the sweet in my head.

It's the edge of the world, the edge of forgiveness. You're staring back and I cannot believe this is.

OH. MY. GOD. I want it too and oh I don't know what to do or say.

It's better off this way.

So you say that you don't know that I will always be here for you.

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from Id​é​e Fixe, released April 24, 2014

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"...their penchant for passionate vocal performances, perky instrumentation, and iridescent melodies have kept them one of Seattle’s must-know artists of the modern era." - Northwest Music Scene

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