Our Singer lyrics
I've beem waiting, anticipating
Sun comes up The skies wont sink my soul I've dreamt of this But it never comes But it never comes The horizon The natures dry Faux I've been dreaming Traced out but dreamin Sun comes up The blisters burn my soul I'm dreamin Of something now Of something now On the horizon The natures dry And all the gritty ones
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