Из альбома: AMP Magazine Presents 21 Young Gun Salute

We were something like a million miles from home, symptoms were ripe
Evening secrets from an afternoon delight has shown us both
How we have found that where we are and where we were aren't too far apart
And where we'll go, and where we've been, aren't too different
Don't count my demons out today: they sure as hell didn't come this far to leave
No sooner than my heart went black, I realized there's nothing left to bleed
Simple pleasures make a Miller-fueled empire, a quick rebound
Forcedly I tried to play your hand with mine, I'm realizing now

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