Gypsy souls, black holes
The ever ticking clock, the art was never lost.
Apnea sets in,
You just forgot to breathe, we talk but never speak.
All I know is where I go,
It's written in the shadows of the shades that I see on your face.
Indie kids, vampires and robots
They don't stop.
Computer, computing all the noise,
For all the girls and boys.
All I know is where I go,
It's all the little signs that they hide, I know not to trust.
My dreams are out of control.
And I want you to know, that I can't let it go.
Don't get hung up on the dream.
That's where he spreads the disease.
Young little mountains and a group of younger trees.
Nothing but my footprint in a foreign desert breeze.
Where I go is all I know,
So take me there, let me rest oh please, baby, please.
My dreams are out of control
And I want you to know, that I can't let it go.
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