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hiding from robbers
hiding from pain
why does it have to be you?
why does it have to be?
fighting for nonsense
loving for everything
because we're blood
because we're old
because we're young
because at birth are lives are sold
we say our goodbyes
as our bodies get cold
the war has begun
and we'll fight it as one
salt water
salt water
you're drowning me
i hope you're not here to stay
you wont let me see the light of the day
you've dried out my skin
i won't let you win
rolling down my cheeks
you're making my heart weak
salt water
salt water
present in the streams
at night you take away my dreams
salty sleepless nights
hoping everything turns out right
i know'll you'll win this fight
Endless pulse in the wrist
Endless veins holding endless blood
Until the heart decides to stop, the end.
Empty bodies
Empty souls
Who don't know where to go
Anywhere but home
Anywhere not alone
Anywhere...
Take me with you where you go
Take me with you on the road
I don't care if we get cold
As long as I've got you to hold
And I don't care if I have to walk
As long as I get you to talk
I want to live with you
I want to love with you
I want to live a dream of mine that I've had for quite some time
Running Away
From the Monsters in Ties
Running Away
from the Cops and the Lies
Getting accused of a crime I've not done
For living in dirt off the rays of the sun
Hey Stranger
I'm in danger
Don't you know of my existence?
All you gotta do is listen
This song is for you
It could be that you're on the other side of the moon
Or it could be that I'll meet you soon
I know you're alive
I know you can see the sky
until the day we meet you'll be
a stranger
one day i'll be 3,ooo miles east
where i'll become a four-eyed monster
and a two-hearted beast
ill eat the world away
bit by bit,
savoring each flavor that composes such a delicacy
truly enjoying it for what it is
a canvas with every superhumanly color imaginable
a geometric exhibit
an open heart surgery
magnifying the arterys and veins that make it pump
i'll bathe in the Arga
and dance on the Teide
as i listen to the clack of
the bull's hooves against the pavement
the screams of people feeling human
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