Rust from before, all bright
They came from the north, damn right
Like something from stories never told (told, told, told)
Listen to them, they won't get old
You call on my soul all quiet
You fixed it in the road, self tight
You say that the journey is not the goal
I say go and do what you've been told
The more you feel it, fade away
The more I see it
And I know you feel it, anyway now
Rust from before, all bright
We came from the north, damn right
Like something from stories never told (told, told, told)
Listen to them, they won't get old
In the ground it is
Burn the crown 'cause it's
Breath to pull another like you
Wrapped around another like you
The more you feel it, fade away
The more I see it
And I know you feel it, anyway now
In the ground it is
Burn the crown 'cause it's
Breath to pull another like you
Wrapped around another like you
In the ground it is
Burn the crown 'cause it's
Breath to pull another like you
Wrapped around another like you
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