Cut City - The Dull Miles Тексты

Memories fall short wouldn't you believe
That's why we name streets after thieves
Some hundred miles - waiting

We marry our hands to our heads and shake
Because it's the only response to why remain here

Memories fall short wouldn't you believe
To the lighthouse some sheep will flee

Marginal voices bounce from distant walls
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