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} | Verse 1 : A goth tinged progression begins with echoing reverbed and pained vocals, [00:00.000]-[01:00.000] | Chorus 1 : The chorus becomes a bit more relaxed and introspective with lots of male background vocals, [01:00.001]-[01:37.071] | Verse 2 : Back to the verse - exploring more of the obsessive lyrical themes, [01:37.072]-[02:12.213] | Chorus 2 : The chorus returns with more intensity and layered vocals, [02:12.214]-[02:47.034] | Breakdown : A brief breakdown with eerie synths and a haunting atmosphere, [02:47.035]-[03:04.071] | Jams : Komishe style synth and guitars rock out with a novel combination psychedelic and goth elements, [03:04.072]-[04:37.097] | null |
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