| We on our own trip, falling in love by the milligram
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| Pay no attention, no intentions could keep this from getting out of hand
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| So resistant cause we know that we are so content to sleep where we land
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| So sick, we get to choose when we skip the plan
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| Pay no intention, no resentment ever evened out a weaker hand
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| Get some comfort from the chemist and we hold each other close as we can
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| Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait
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| Worse things have happened to better people
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| That’s the mantra
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| The feelings are over with
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| Sick pout, kissed
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| But no frown flip
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| Missed it
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| We’re dealing with oceans
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| Big fish bigger hooks
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| No coast, row
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| But just don’t go quiet
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| Keep them alarms loud, let 'em look
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| No harm meant friction in the gaze
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| Stare easy or fade to another place, why stay
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| Ain’t no sense in mending any fences they break
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| Only taken when there’s things to take all away
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| All of me offered if you ask
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| But only if you ask
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| Honesty could cost me all I have
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| Take it, we stay
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| Stopping the world to creep again
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| Sleeping where I land, soft
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| Demons eating, bottom speeding up towards my feet
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| I’m easily lost
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| Needing for caution
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| Fear to exhaust
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| Escape the dearest to me
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| Clear for take off
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| We gone again, Autobahn
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| Counter all encounters
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| Cracks in the armor
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| Home without a doubt
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| It’s a thin line between coded and closed
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| Cozy in any mode
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| Long as I’m covered
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| So long as I’m not exposed
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| This place is wrong for me
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| Offer me
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| All or nothing
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| All for nothing
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| Love me not
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| Watch me closely
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| Call my bluff and call the shots
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| Roller coasting off the lot
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| Out the box busted
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| But fuck it, it’s what I got
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| So I trust it whether or not
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| It’s on its own trip
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| We’re so amused with dismay
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| Ignore the fuse straight in the flame
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| We’re so amused with dismay
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| Ignore the fuse
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| Fully, fully I’m relying
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| And your heart legs like a joke
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| Cut the cable, leave the oaks
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| I’m the fable, now we choke
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| Love me baby while you poke
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| I won’t befriend a lie
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| Seven red glosses embedded in gold washes they said
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| Motivated mosses are holding over their haunches she said
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| If more of them was honest you know no one would be cautious
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| And I hope that scans with your man |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How We Land feat. Justin Vernon of Bon Iver, artist - P.O.S. Album song We Don't Even Live Here, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп