| The seasons are beginning to change, I’ve gone nowhere
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| El Niña seems to be here to stay
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| Carbon balms, cymatical healing
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| The good old days
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| Picking up the pieces, trying to figure out
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| Been burning so much sage, nearly burning down the house
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| If I could get your tattoos, would you see me different?
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| Talking out loud now
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| Picking up the pieces
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| If I get your tattoos, would you see me different?
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| Talking out loud now
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| Chasing inner meaning
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| If I get your tattoos, would you see me different?
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| Talking out loud now
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| I used to be in love with adventure, a good girl
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| We used to spend more time under stars
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| We’re wanting change but doing the same things
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| Burning fast
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| Picking up the pieces, trying to figure out
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| Mycelial relief, ceremonial cacao
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| If I can get your tattoos, will you see me different?
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| Talking out loud now
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| Picking up the pieces
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| If I get your tattoos, would you see me different?
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| Talking out loud now
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| Chasing inner meaning
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| If I get your tattoos, could you see me different?
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| Talking out loud now
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| Picking up the pieces
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| If I get your tattoos, would you see me different?
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| Talking out loud now
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| Chasing inner meaning
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| If I get your tattoos, would you see me different?
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| Talking out loud now |