Here,
Grab a broken branch
With a sunburnt hand
In a washed up land
Soon,
We should rest a while
We're like a tired child
It's been a lot of miles.
I might fall down
And my back is bad
We might fall down
On a sleeping back.
So you should hold my hand
While everything blows away
And we'll run,
To a brand new sun.
We will run,
To a brand new sun.
Damn,
How did it get so bad?
With all the dreams we had
Now you seem so sad.
You should hold my hand
While everything blows away
And we'll run
To a brand new sun.
We will run
To a brand new sun
We will run
To a brand new sun.
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