The Prids

Desolate

The Prids


I've seen what you've got inside
Desolate after fire drill
Don't let it touch this light of mine
And I won't try to follow you

And oh I keep taking it hard
The sun comes, I fall out

Your disguise I had to try
Set adrift with something new
Hold your thoughts and hold your life
And I won't wake up missing you

And oh I keep taking it hard
The sun comes, I fall out

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