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sin7ven - every day is always tomorrow كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
“what do you think about the ocean? do you like it?”

[hook]
lately nothing’s wrong at all
and for the longest you’ve been smiling like a momma waiting for her sp_wn to crawl
it’s just the burden of a lot of thoughts bursting
the curse of a hermit on a monologue irks him

but lately nothing wrong at all
la di da, circling the chalk outlines of the body of a person
nothing wrong at all, cawing false sermon
he taste it in the waterfall, waterfalls worsen

[verse 1]
it’s not a problem if i ignore it right now
and despite how foreign my origin story might sound
i’m more than qualified to fault some fools
listening to the mollusk while passing by asinine college dudеs

this is prolly rude, why are you evеn breathing?
harpoon your hearts out and leave em to some eels that need ‘em
but i think it’s pretty justified, be a man
all they got is fins, don’t you really think they need a hand?

no? whatever, catch you later with an old boot
‘member what i told you when indulging in your gold goose
deuce, it’s getting late so i shamble off
when i spot a window to a gallery i hadn’t thought
even set up shop here, the shining gets me interested
i’m minding my own business as the light invades my irises
the minute that i get in close and see the work exhibited
i’m walking in a circle, think i’ll pop in for a little bit

[hook]

[verse 2]
i step inside and it’s decorated blithely
halogen light bulbs emanate beside me
as i hang my jacket on a gaudy coat hanger hook
move on through the gallery, i yawn and go have a look

well nothing seemed to stand out at first
‘til i hit the final room and something planned out emerged
my eyes dart wildly at the 5 part exhibit
painted playfully, i wonder how fine artist did it

really made it his own, i peep the name on my phone
apparently he died a while ago and mainly unknown
i direct my eyes at the first opus in the ring of these
marine colors woven into oceanic liturgy

and a figure sitting cross legged on the seafloor
reef lord, gill speaker, devil of a dream shore
wordless, gesticulating wisdom of aquatic worlds
deep in the murky body, nothing like our logic works
[outro]
nothing wrong at all, opalescent monoliths
occupying godforsaken underwater rocky cliffs
nothing wrong, bright cerulean regalia
grew up on his arm like the blooming of azalea (x2)

- sin7ven

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