I can't be so far away from my wasteland I never know when (...) So I supports with my own hands Almost, almost I things would let you love, but I had other ways to help myself By calling out, open up my heart and fall I blame it all on dust Almost, almost Almost, almost
I hold it up, shake the grade Disobey across the waves tomorrow I'm with all the love I ever aching I breath almost is you Almost, almost
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