These Paper Satellites - High West | Текст песни

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I come to, again, from one of those dreams you can't leave
No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try.
She turns over and says,
"Good morning, don't you worry. It's just those stories.
They're all in your head... They're all in your head.
You've been reading too much Walking Dead."
But lately I've been dreading my dreams
They've got me armed to the teeth.
But with my girl and a little white whiskey I sleep...

I wake up, wake up, there's no gun in my hand!
This place is less familiar than where we started.
I know I can only run so far into the forest,
Before I'm running out again, out again, out again, out again....
Where she lies waiting for me.
She said "I heard you call from your sleep"
She says "How does it feel to know you're real?"
"How does it feel to know you're real?"

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