This one is a bright old man
This won't even hold
They can fill my lungs with air
They can tell I
I leave satellite trails wherever I go
I burn down all
Some come and they wait too long
Before they say goodbye
If gravity tore my limb from limb
I'd rather die than
Karolina wait until they find you out
Karolina I know
I'm gonna keep my head on
I'm gonna keep my guard
Every house on ever corner
Looks like yours
Feels like home
Every
I stole the little kids
And we ran away
I see autumn
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