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count me out for the prospect of hope
i don't wanna go
count me in for the prospect of giving up
i'm giving up

show me the run around
paint these sheets red
wear me to pieces
relieve me of oxygen
i'll let the world have it's way with me
i'll feel the pulse of my simplicity
and know the truth, we're all just fucked

i find it funny that we're all just running around
no sense of direction, just our coils tightly bound
i find it funny we're fucked
it's just my luck

hold me down
feel my lips take the taste of your innocence

say what you are

now we're running and we got a bit of feeling
now we're running and we got a place to go
i find it funny we're fucked
it's just my luck
here we go
let me know what you're feeling
here we go
let me know what you're feeling from me
i find it funny we're fucked
i find it funny we're fucked
it's just my luck

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from Little Seasons, released December 16, 2016

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god is the Sun. To Fly a Horse into the Righteous Golden Sun out 6/22/18 on True Sight Records. Catch us on tour this summer on the west coast and pacific northwest from 6/27-7/14, check our social medias for exact dates and locations.

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