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Divers
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Utwór Divers został wydany 16 marca 2016 przez HIP LAND MUSIC jako część albumu Through the Deep - EP
16 marca 2016
WytwórniaHIP LAND MUSIC
JęzykEnglish
BPM
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

I saw you jumped into the sea
What could you see from there?
It should have been bubbles and the sun
Or you could see a dim daydream
People don't care where we go
But what if they care that?
Now I'm in the middle of a riot
People don't care where we go
But what if they care that?
Now I'm in the middle of a riot
You saw that I jumped into the sea
What could you see from there?
It should have been splashes and the sun
Or you could see a dim daydream
People don't care where we go
But what if they care that?
Now I'm in the middle of a riot
People don't care where we go
But what if they care that?
Now I'm in the middle of a riot
A dry wind, empty seats, a line of footprints
Yellow dust, a white dream, rusty flag poles
So I don't know
Why they know place to be
A drift wood, a vague past, sounds of coming waves
Black stars, silver memories, a broken piece of glass
So, I don't know
Why they know place to be
A dry wind, empty seats, a line of footprints
Yellow dust, a white dream, rusty flag poles
So, I don't know
Why they know place to be
A drift wood, a vague past, sounds of coming waves
Black stars, silver memories, a broken piece of glass
So, I don't know
Why they know place to be
A dry wind, empty seats, a line of footprints
Yellow dust, a white dream, rusty flag poles
So, I don't know
Why they know place to be
A drift wood, a vague past, sounds of coming waves
Black stars, silver memories, a broken piece of glass
So, I don't know
Why they know place to be
A dry wind, empty seats, a line of footprints
Yellow dust, a white dream, rusty flag poles
So, I don't know
Why they know place to be
A drift wood, a vague past, sounds of coming waves
Black stars, silver memories, a broken piece of glass
So, I don't know
Why they know place to be
A dry wind, empty seats, a line of footprints
Yellow dust, a white dream, rusty flag poles
So, I don't know
Why they know place to be
A drift wood, a vague past, sounds of coming waves
Black stars, silver memories, a broken piece of glass
Written by: Yuto Uchino
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