We’re in a little parked car Looking up at the stars We took the codes and ran Down some empty land ‘n all the stash was frozen It wasn’t even cold then Cigarettes in our mouths We’ll take our numbers down south Miles go silently Trying to stick the landing Crossing an ancient rock line Children of the earth Reclined the vinyl seats We’ll make it out alright Dangerous to ink out Memorized like scripture Lawless phrases Lawless phrases Miles… we’re losing count Trying to find our landing Crossing an ancient rock line Children of the earth
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