Lowood - Walking Dead | Текст песни

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I get out to clean my brain
I'm shattered in here
in the aftermath I understand
you're a walking dead

I will fly high
never unite
with the boy who let
me down

I'm tired of making up
for troubles with no end
I don't get paid for overtime
don't occupy my mind
I get out to make new plans
another town in sight
the winter and the cold is near
I'm taking off from here

I will fly high
never unite
with the boy who let
me down
with no boy who lets
me down.

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