I buried my head in the sun
There's use in us making plans
if there's breath in my lungs
I'm keeping myself to myself
Still gathering dust on that shelf
It was breath my lungs
as long as I know I'll still breath
if there's breath in my lungs
Then there's wars to be won
I'm buried my neck in the sand
There's no use in us making plans
if there's breath in my lungs
Keeping myself to myself
still gathering dust on that shelf
because I'll still be that boy
the boy in the backseat
as long as I know I'll still breath
if there's breath in my lungs
Now you're out there
are you .
. all I control

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