the wheat
you’re lifting your head
shouting out where you are
you’re so lost you want company
words of desperation masked as guidance
fools
our feet don’t touch the ground
you’re lifting your head
shouting out where you are
you’re so lost you want company
words of desperation masked as guidance
fools
our feet don’t touch the ground
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