Can feel the feelings rise up like balloons, burst
out of my chest
There's a rupture in my heart that's giving me unrest
I'm missing sink or swimming
I'm missing lose or winning
Survival instincts would serve me best, here
I feel the dusty heat,
a drum step on repeat
as suns are downed and spirits risen
I'd do anything now to bust this prison
I've been longing for the desert sand,
your dark hand in my hand
give me a choice of neon lights or sun
why've we got to pick only one?
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