P.S. 118 - Hey There Dreamboat! Not You, Shipwreck. | Текст песни

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• Hey There Dreamboat! Not You, Shipwreck.

Backdrops without any clouds,
And fevers when we're not sick.
We can eat and sleep when we please,
And live on our front lawns.
And our bones will melt into something more acceptable,
We've all outgrown our bitter shells.
Swam through the trees and walked across the ocean,
Looking for something that was never there.
Forty miles in and all i found was my heart,
Buried in a mound of auburn hair.
So i catch myself again,
And i know it won't be the last time

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