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Bloodlines
04:09
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Waiting for the snowdrops now
Yes, the flower, not the storm
The gloaming over the highest bough
Is not as dark as you
Mo chuísle, mo chroí, (My pulse, my heart) cronaím thú (I miss you)
Oh, and might she be the one to unbind my soul
Don't wish on the bones of the holy
Can you hear the footsteps on the ground?
To me, these relics are lonely
Can you hear her keening sound?
Mo chuísle, mo chroí, (My pulse, my heart) cronaím thú (I miss you)
Oh, and might she be the one to unbind my soul
She saw the orange on solstice hill
Heard the banshees wail and hum
Brought the plough to the field to till
Oh, the Ballyfinboy river's in my blood
Mo chuísle, mo chroí, (My pulse, my heart) cronaím thú (I miss you)
Oh, and might she be the one to unbind my soul
Mo chuísle, mo chroí, (My pulse, my heart) cronaím thú (I miss you)
Oh, and might she be the one to unbind my soul
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Give
03:10
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Turning over in the night
Closed eyes and quiet breath
And you won't stop hanging
Over my head
I cannot give more than I'm giving
Or speak louder than I'm speaking
What if fate's thread is cut?
What if love is not enough?
Caught myself by the skin of my teeth
My hands are tied
Help me, help me, please
Show me I can make it out alive
I cannot give more than I'm giving
Or speak louder than I'm speaking
What if fate's thread is cut?
What if love is not enough?
I'm scared of repeating my mistakes
So please don't let this break
I cannot give more than I'm giving
Or speak louder than I'm speaking
What if fate's thread is cut?
What if love is not enough?
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Missing
02:20
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You filled me up so much
I'm spilling over the edges
But nothing I find inside myself
Will bring me to my senses
I feel like the magician
With a pitcher and a glass
No matter how much I pour
It disappears before my eyes
Somehow
I still don't know the secret to the trick
Somewhere
I went as missing as the water in my cup
I have everything I need
I long for things I never had
Should I blame myself
For wanting things so bad?
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𝑴𝑯𝑰𝑪 New York, New York
MHIC (she/they) is a producer, songcrafter, and singer based in Brooklyn. Drawing inspiration from a diverse range of
genres, MHIC's compositions blend pop, electronic, and avant-garde styles.
She fearlessly experiments with electronic elements, ethereal textures, transcendent melodies, and unique sonic palettes. The result? An aural landscape that is lush, heavenly, and deeply evocative.
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