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Soft sunrays through the blinds, 4 AM and I'm still dressed.
Your voice lingers in the kitchen tiles, like the air won't let it rest.
Cold cups stacked beside the window, every room become infinite.
You said I fade before I notice, maybe that's just how I'm made.
Once again, I missed the beats, disconnected wire lines.
Every hallway turns in circles while your footsteps cross my mind.
Once again, I let my soul fall, sad thoughts near the bed.
The ceiling is steeped in memories, They escaped from my mind but they're still there.
Even if I change the route, I still reach the same old turns.
Something in the heavy weather keeps returning what still burns.
You moved forward without warning, I stayed locked inside one scene.
Now the walls know my life,
and these shaking hands hold the glass.
Morning breaks in fractured colors, nothing lands the way it should.
There's a jacket hanging silently, still carrying traces of you.
I keep starting half-made sentences, then erase them one by one.
I’m one of those people who leave in pieces long before they break
Once again, I lost my self
Even if I change the route, I still reach the same old turns.
Something in the heavy weather keeps returning what still burns.
You moved forward without warning, I stayed locked inside one scene.
Now the walls know my life,
and these shaking hands hold the glass.
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Title Once again
Soft sunrays through the blinds, 4 AM and I'm still dressed.
Your voice lingers in the kitchen tiles, like the air won't let it rest.
Cold cups stacked beside the window, every room become infinite.
You said I fade before I notice, maybe that's just how I'm made.
Once again, I missed the beats, disconnected wire lines.
Every hallway turns in circles while your footsteps cross my mind.
Once again, I let my soul fall, sad thoughts near the bed.
The ceiling is steeped in memories, They escaped from my mind but they're still there.
Even if I change the route, I still reach the same old turns.
Something in the heavy weather keeps returning what still burns.
You moved forward without warning, I stayed locked inside one scene.
Now the walls know my life,
and these shaking hands hold the glass.
Morning breaks in fractured colors, nothing lands the way it should.
There's a jacket hanging silently, still carrying traces of you.
I keep starting half-made sentences, then erase them one by one.
I’m one of those people who leave in pieces long before they break
Once again, I lost my self
Even if I change the route, I still reach the same old turns.
Something in the heavy weather keeps returning what still burns.
You moved forward without warning, I stayed locked inside one scene.
Now the walls know my life,
and these shaking hands hold the glass.
Work type Music
Tags canción
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Identifier 2605255779961
Entry date May 25, 2026, 2:42 PM UTC
License All rights reserved
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Author - Composer 100.00 %. Holder Kuebass. Date May 25, 2026.
Author - Lyricist 100.00 %. Holder Kuebass. Date May 25, 2026.
Author - Song producer 100.00 %. Holder Kuebass. Date May 25, 2026.
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