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Breathe [Psychography Experiment 24-04-19 II] - NONE OF THIS IS ABOUT TR**S SHIT
Ada Rook * Track #13 On 2,020 Knives
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Album 2,020 Knives
- #1Tortured Bitch
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- #2Black Cloud in the Sky? [NO SPOILERS]
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- #3Conduit - (13th Song About *****) - Anything Else
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- #4Reverie [JH Ligation Experiment 1]
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- #5Total Paralysis at the First Notes of Immaterial Crying and Ashamed and Wishing I Could Disappear Into the Lights [JH Ligation Experiment 2]
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- #6(Lost Kids) The Juvenile Hormone. I. Endocrine Activity of the Corpora Allata of the Adult Cecropia Silkworm
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- #72,020 Knives
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- #82,020 Hands
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- #9(From a Different World) The Juvenile Hormone. II. Its Role in the Endocrine Control of Molting, Pupation, and Adult Development in the Cecropia Silkworm
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- #10Glass - Remain[fSl]Rust (,,Fade Away’')
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- #11I Don’t Want to Hurt You (14)
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- #12Wake [Psychography Experiment 24-04-19 I] - World Doesn’t Hold Together
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- #13Breathe [Psychography Experiment 24-04-19 II] - NONE OF THIS IS ABOUT TR**S SHIT
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- #14Someday (Dear ******) - World Doesn’t Come Apart
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- #15September (***e* **** *a***m* Chambers **** ????) - Distance Holding World Together
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- #16Strangers - Silk Thread Growing Through the Glass Tube Bisecting the Abdomen of a Cecropia Moth Hatched in Captivity - DNA - Nothing Here.
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- #17broken wires (with katie dey)
Ada Rook & Katie Dey
- #18An Ocean
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Breathe [Psychography Experiment 24-04-19 II] - NONE OF THIS IS ABOUT TR**S SHIT by Ada Rook
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Ada RookBreathe [Psychography Experiment 24-04-19 II] - NONE OF THIS IS ABOUT TR**S SHIT Lyrics
Everything you dream of can come true
In another world it's all on you
The injuries sustained all fade away
Your soul turns grey
Everything's okay
The skin
What's underneath?
This isn't me
I can't breathe
Some days it's almost transparent
Some days it's six feet of cement
I make up words to get it right
And wake up crying
In the middle of the night
The skin
What's underneath?
This isn't me
I can't breathe