Geographer - The Guest

My days are a lucky drug that
I'd be home to my hands I know
I've been trying to get pity from the sides
But all my move it is my long ride

I wait it out tonight,
I wait it here 'cause I've got nowhere else to go
I just want someone to call my own
We got consolation from the indoor

Everything keeps sad beneath
Either your eyes are closed or opened
Is it me more burning?
'Cause in it, they must behave again

I wait it out tonight,
I wait it here 'cause I've got nowhere else to go
I just want someone to call my own
We got consolation from the indoor

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