…And Still I Wander South

Album: A Different Shade of Blue (2019)
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  • I spent so much time focused on the difference
    Eclipsed by the shadows of my past
    Nothing will sustain
    Nothing is built to last
    (Nothing is built to last)

    There's a hole in the dark
    Where the waters rest
    No waves in a grave
    In a grave unkept
    As above so below
    Still stuck inside this hole
    My mouth is a drain
    Where no water flows

    A jaded infatuation
    Nothing more
    I need lightning to strike in the same place twice
    I cast out a prayer for wings
    Anything to remove this vice (Remove this vice)

    Trapped in my head
    Where the waters rest

    I've spent so much of my life
    Trying to get out
    And still I wander south Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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