Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Black Spot. Local Natives. Relevant.





Oh,no I'm dying world
I can feel it arise. And the thing is, I knew it before

I re-open my eyes. And if I didn't know to be afraid. The faces made me sure that I do now. As I sit and wait, as I sit and wait

Oh no, I'm dying worldAnd I still lay here aliveWith a black spot on my arm

And so calm, I look inside. And I see the things I always knew. But wasn't sure until now

That if it comes to claim, that if it comes to claim I won't run
I won't run
I won't run
I won't run
I won't run


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