Custom Track ID
60929
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Composer
SALTE
Lyrics
Verse 1
Oh, where the loneliness is king,
seeping in the streets at night.
We keep calling, calling to the emptiness.
Walking, walking around in our own mess.
Chorus 1
And I say Hopefully we’ll make it.
Hopefully in time.
I hope that we don’t regret it.
Cause we’re so hopelessly blind.
Verse 2A
Time keeps on moving, there’s no way to stop it.
Too much to do. Too much to consume.
You just keep scrolling, scrolling till the lights burn your screen.
When you reach the end you just begin again.
Verse 2B
Change in your pocket so close you can reach it.
But you won’t give change to the poor cause you need it.
Force out the fears of being lost and afraid.
You cover your eyes and your ears, but scream out hate.
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