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Artiste:
Ashnikko
Titre:
Dying Star
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The ground reaches out to catch me softly in her baseball mitt I'm tired of the dirt and grit I want something soft I'm a fish in a bucket, dashin', he tried to take me out Hooks in my mouth Listen to me when I say, "Ouch" I want something soft So I give into the fall, fall, fall (It's cold out here) I need something soft Down feathers over rocks I died and I went with both of my hands in the mud, the mud It felt like a God, how she held me I slept on her shoulder, I gave her my all (She's not around anymore) I bathеd in her waterfalls And continued to fall, fall (A wintеr in the exosphere) Burnin' like a dying star Invasive weeds rooted in my heart Settin' a crooked dejectory The journey here was hard I was almost pulled apart Tryina leave this orbit, took what's left of me The forest reaches out to guide me, blue fire paths of Will-O'-Whisps Illuminate the darkness's old tricks, I'm nobody's captive (Mm-mm-mm) I asked him not to kill me politely, he drained my magic core, bottled up at the source I washed up on a sea glass shores I'm nobody's captain It felt like a God, how she held me I slept on her shoulder, I gave her my all (She's not around anymore) I bathed in her waterfalls And continued to fall, fall (A winter in the exosphere) Burnin' like a dying star Invasive weeds rooted in my heart Settin' a crooked dejectory The journey here was hard I was almost pulled apart Tryina leave this orbit, took what's left of me Burnin' like a dying star Invasive weeds rooted in my heart Settin' a crooked dejectory The journey here was hard I was almost pulled apart Tryina leave this orbit, took what's left of me The ground reaches out to catch me, softly in her baseball mitt I'm tired of the dirt and grit, I want something soft