No credit cards no shooting stars
Just living hell in a wishing well
Float on broken shells
No waving flags, just bags of sand
All credit cards count shooting stars
I'm a field of flowers
I am the dirt below
Just let go
No credit cards no shooting stars
Just living hell in a wishing well
Float on broken shells
No waving flags, just bags of sand
All credit cards count shooting stars
And buried hearts
(A field & feels)
I'm a field of flowers
I am the dirt below
Weightlessness describes a certain energy
Holding on is just a way of killing time
Just let go
A field & feels
(You wanna kill it)
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