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T​.​P​.​R​.​K.

from EP by Civil

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Magnolia, rest assured this night,
those lonely gulls will cast their anchors.
Hold no concern when they tuck us in,
there'll be no memories when we wake up
on the ocean floor.
We will grow apart.
We will become coral.    
We will make for healthy fish for harvesting.  
Mercury may just sink into space
and never return to the surface again.
Though it's not up to us it's on gravity's end.

And the land was all we ever had.

Painting lines on the field.
Here we are building graves for the athletes.
We'll shake hands cold and blue.
Here we are building graves for the athletes.
Our eyes will sting,
Here we are building graves for the athletes.
From the ash.
Here we are building graves for the athletes.

Out of sync.

It's something wrong without a trace of logic.
But there's nothing wrong with always trying to keep safe.

credits

from EP, track released June 26, 2012
Chris Harry - Drums, Vox
Angelo Gambatesa - Guitar, Vox, Piano
Jacob Hrajnik - Guitar, Bass, Vox

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Civil Toronto, Ontario

In the beginning, there was Craigslist. And born out of Craigslist were drug deals, which paved the way for coffee houses & music shops. People were meeting up, and shaking hands. They took those hands and gave them tools. The tools made sound and all was Pho. ... more

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