White sun, spring of wealth.
Come for a good time, it's not what I have.
Vibrate, life on the line.
My racing heart, your vacant mind.
If I sow a wind now, I will reap a storm.
You saw me sliding away from the sun.
Tomorrow, who will come and put their hand over mine?
Mine with the burning shape of a gun.
Washed out soul of mine.
I couldn't keep the fire, it's not what I do.
Vibrate, life on the line.
My racing heart, it's all I find.
Inside the sickness.
Rest.
Inside the sickness.
Rest.
If I sow a wind now, I will reap a storm.
You saw me sliding away from the sun.
Tomorrow, who will come and put their hand over mine?
Mine with the burning shape of a gun.
If I sow a wind now, I will reap a storm.
You saw me sliding away from the sun.
Tomorrow, who will come and put their hand over mine?
Mine with the burning shape of a gun.
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