From here, no lines are drawn.
From here, no lands are owned.
Thirteen thousand and holding,
Swallowed in the purring of her engines.
tracking the beackon here,
"Is there a signal there on the other side?"
On the other side? What do you mean, side of what things?
And you said, and you did, and you said you would find me here.
And you said, and you would find me even in death.
And you said, and you said you'd find me.
But I can't see New York,
As I'm circling down through white cloud, falling out,
And I know his lips are warm,
But I can't seem to find my way out, my way out.
I can't see New York,
As I'm circling down through white cloud, falling out,
And I know his lips are warm,
But I can't seem to find my way out,
My way out of this hunting ground.
From here, crystal meth in metres of millions.
In the end all we have, soul blueprint.
Did we get lost in it,
Do we conduct a search for this,
"From the other side," from the other side?
What do they mean, side of what things?
And you said, and you did, and you said you would find me here.
And you said, that you would find me even in death...
And you said, and you said you'd find me.
But I can't see New York,
As I'm circling down through white cloud, falling out,
And I know his lips are warm,
But I can't seem to find my way out, my way out.
I can't see New York,
As I'm circling down through white cloud, I'm falling out,
And I know your lips are warm,
But I can't seem to find my way out,
My way out of this hunting ground.
You again, it's you again.
I can't see, I can't see... New York...
I can't see, I can't see... New York...
From the other side I, hum, from the other side...
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