A Thing About Machines - Native Spells | Текст песни

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I made a promise to myself that I’d never look back again
I will tear down the walls
I was a figure in the dark
my voice was drowning in the fog
the tide was pulling me underneath and I couldn’t breathe
this is the place I’ve been
over and over again
the same thoughts run through my head
I feel the energy around me
every day and every night I see the same face again and again
I've made my mistakes but I looked to the clouds and they said
you don’t understand, native spells they never end x 3
over and over again, the thoughts in my head are pushing ahead
I would rather be dead than fall short of the dreams I have
I refuse to fall in through the seams again
I will never be the person I am
Over and over again

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