LYRIC
We approach another end of the world
Soon, we'll get out of this time and space box
Our legs are full of mosquito bites, an itchy reminiscence of our past lives
The air up here is still, filled with possibilities
Time is breathing
We approach another end of the world
Soon, we'll get out of this time and space box
Our legs are full of mosquito bites, an itchy reminiscence of our past lives
The air up here is still, filled with possibilities
Time is breathing
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We approach another end of the world
Soon, we'll get out of this time and space box
Our legs are full of mosquito bites, an itchy reminiscence of our past lives
The air up here is still, filled with possibilities
Time is breathing
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