Knowing We'll Never Grow Up - Roughly 67 Miles To Freedom (Vertically) | Текст песни

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• Knowing We'll Never Grow Up
• Roughly 67 Miles To Freedom (Vertically)

Oh, how I long for great adventures.
Something to lift the spirit of: I hate me.
Packing my bags, set in my ways,
as i head for outer space.
Everyone will whisper with a smirk:
"But there's no oxygen there."
And on the day that time trickles away
they'll think: "I wasted time on pointless shit
when I, myself, could have been free."