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Description
Conversations about love sometimes turn into endless arguments - who holds on tighter, who hurts whom more. There is no room for rosy promises here: feelings burn out, turn into routine, and instead of tenderness, what remains is the realization of being someone's pain, the last echo of the past. The music carries this bitterness on autopilot, like a train that has long since derailed but still rushes forward - loudly, jerkily, with the remnants of fire inside.
Producer: ISAEVA
Producer: Highself
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