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Divers
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Divers was released on March 16, 2016 by HIP LAND MUSIC as a part of the album Through the Deep - EP
March 16, 2016
LabelHIP LAND MUSIC
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

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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