Mergence - At The Salt | Текст песни

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Flying high
All movement is slow
I close my eyes
Strum my chord

The morning light is dancing
To my moon
Open my eyes
To remember what it's like

At the salt
Beneath the native trees

A man appears to me
In camouflage

I ask him why he's here
But he fails to reply
He must know
Or remember what it's like

Remember what it's like

What it's like to
Disappear in
Into a crowded room

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