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I'm not sure about the genre 'progressive/art rock'. Any other suggestion is welcome.
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Somewhere round eleven, I wondered how you still could keep your secret so well hidden in your head. Bring me down, I’m used to be a barrel of apologies. Breaking down the habits, I tried to find a reason why we suddenly have stopped to be ourselves. There’s one more thing we could have said before you’d start to break your head. Underwater, underscore, on the run, on the floor, underestimated: my domestic features. Captivating, uncontrolled, some you like, some you don’t, out of concentration: you analytic creature. Mostly round eleven, you dim the lights, we kiss goodnight, I laugh when your pyama’s way too wide. I should have said ‘don’t yell at me, it’s our domestic policy. Underwater, underscore, on the run, on the floor, underestimated: my domestic features. Captivating, uncontrolled, some you like, some you don’t, out of concentration: you analytic creature. Lies. Many Why’s. Tell me why do you keep joking. I’m out of laughs, I did what I could do and don’t ignore that this is true. Overwhelmed by strategy, I swallow your reality. Underwater, underscore, on the run, on the floor, underestimated: my domestic features. Captivating, uncontrolled, some you like, some you don’t, out of concentration: you analytic creature. We suddenly have stopped to be ourselves.
I love your voice!