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Intro


GOLDEN MAGNETS

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Intro


GOLDEN MAGNETS

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Story


If I were a lake, and you were a river, I'd hold your hands underground,
I'd reach my fingers through the deepest darkest acquifers, just to hold your hands underground...

 

ABOUT

Story


If I were a lake, and you were a river, I'd hold your hands underground,
I'd reach my fingers through the deepest darkest acquifers, just to hold your hands underground...

 

ABOUT

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Ride


One night upon a cold roof top, The city down below, I sang out to the emptiness and pigeons in the snow, “my love for you still burns so bright in me, but I’m not warm enough to let you see”

Ride


One night upon a cold roof top, The city down below, I sang out to the emptiness and pigeons in the snow, “my love for you still burns so bright in me, but I’m not warm enough to let you see”

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Hike


water came along met fire in a bar one winter ago.she wore a rippled dress tangled hair a mess she was colder than snow, he was alone in the corner, trying to warn her not to get too close,

Hike


water came along met fire in a bar one winter ago.she wore a rippled dress tangled hair a mess she was colder than snow, he was alone in the corner, trying to warn her not to get too close,

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End


We wake up holding hands there's a crack in the curtain the light splashes your sleeping face,

i breathe you in you're all sawdust and smoke and i smile at the promise of another day with you

The story thus far

End


We wake up holding hands there's a crack in the curtain the light splashes your sleeping face,

i breathe you in you're all sawdust and smoke and i smile at the promise of another day with you

The story thus far