I Kill Giants - Something About Gnarwals | Текст песни

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• I Kill Giants
• Something About Gnarwals

Fifteen times a day
We cross paths and turn away
On the long way home.

My idea's an ocean,
And your words are bullets
And lucky for me,
All oceans are bulletproof
But oceans can harm you.

You want to stay here (but I can't)
You want to live here (but I can't)
You want to die here (but I can't)
You see the silver lining (but I don't)