Glider
In the wake of warm bored youth
In the depths of high-rise nights
The shadows of our lights and the rings in our ears
A handful of us got up and decided to keep living
And we don’t speak your language anymore
In the wake of warm bored youth
In the depths of high-rise nights
The shadows of our lights and the rings in our ears
A handful of us got up and decided to keep living
And we don’t speak your language anymore
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