in a futile attempt to know more than the doctors.
She said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders,
Waiting for the tide to drag her to the ocean, to another sea's shore.
This thing hurts like hell but what did you expect?
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
Five hundred behind, a thousand years in perfect symmetry
This thing hurts like hell but what did you expect?
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
Five hundred behind, a thousand years in perfect symmetry
Los Campesinos! - The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future
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