And I feel like I'm giving in
We've been drivin thru a desert
Looking for a life to call our own
I push I pull the days go slow
Into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs falls off their
Maps all cured of pain and doubts
In your little brain
Something's coming sky is purple
Dogs are howling to themselves
Days are changing with the weather
Like a rip tide could rip us away
I push I pull the days go slow
Into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs falls off their
Maps all cured of pain and doubts
In your little brain
Space ships can't tame the jungle And I feel like I'm giving in We've been drivin thru a desert Looking for a life to call our own I push I pull the days go slow Into a void we filled with death And noise that laughs falls off their Maps all cured of pain and doubts In your little brain Something's coming sky is purple Dogs are howling to themselves Days are changing with the weather Like a rip tide could rip us away I push I pull the days go slow Into a void we filled with death And noise that laughs falls off their Maps all cured of pain and doubts In your little brain Explain Request ×
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