Summer People

Summer People - Storm And Stress lyrics

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I'll drain these blue hands to match my green face unless it's healed, since last I was in that place.

 

These pieces of me fly away like kites, but since my funeral I've learned how to pick my fights.

 

Once I got you here, tying you up made my intentions clear,

 

to withhold air to pull you down and to keep you there.

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Language: English

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