Dan Deacon
Lots
Head southHeadstrong Wake each Grey dawn Hold on Weakness No prints Princess Mother My nest One choice to make Get ready to goFeel like we’ve been here before Without a choice and insecureof where we’d be without this net around yet we’ve always hated it now we stand upon a chance to break the chains and break lance that cuts into the heart and burns the essence of our dreams desireNo hopeIn sight held on too tight skylines burnt down Songtexteno crops dust cloudblind dogsrun deep pale surf cold feetone choice to makeget ready to go cold throne no sire black earth past fire flushed out regretno past no sensebrave days ahead none restnone yetone choice to makeget ready to goNo hopeIn sight held on too tight skylines burnt down no crops dust cloudblind dogsrun deep pale surf cold feetone choice to makeget ready to go
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