Calling all miracles, abandoned homes lost in the flood
Wading waters, the first responder's end of days are bleached in blood
Rip my hear out and throw it in the ocean
Write our names in the crimson sand
Maybe I'll just disappear, at least that's what I believe
Not sure where we all go, I just know we all leave
We walk in circles in search of moments
That blur our vision and keep us young
Cut out the poison, an endless season
Fading romance in the sun
Rip my heart out throw it away
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