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Raise up the anchors and seal up the
hate and microphones, we'll re-trace the maps
A up guitar and an amp I got for free
I compile blurred still frames from the seas

Weary bodies can't
We on moving

With a ringing in my and dust in my blood
an empty wallet and a hungry soul
I don't have much to show, but got some stories to tell

College towns and apartment
We nocturnally and leave out the backdoor
We fight like and party like thieves
Excess and irony, and trees

bodies can't rest
We on moving

With a in my ears and dust my blood
an empty wallet and a hungry soul
I don't have much to show, but I've got stories to tell