Short sleeves and warm skin losing coins calling next of kin dropping words about the city we're in ponds compressed by heavy air us without care just sprawling there god's in our world
airports and undergrounds waiting to find the unfound rising to pure insanity here when you want me true love has no simplicity god's in our world
you and i we're going so high the air is getting thin but our land does not breathe in we don't need oxygen it's dreams that binds us and locks us in the rest are impaled by sense
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you and i we're going so high the air is getting thin but our land could not breathe in we don't need oxygen it's dreams that binds us and locks us in the rest are impaled by sense