Gronlandic Edit

Nihilists with good imaginations I am satisfied Hiding in our friend's apartment Only leaving once a day To buy some groceries Daylight, I'm so absent minded Nighttime meeting new anxieties So am I erasing myself? Hope I'm not erasing myself I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a God But which one, which one do I choose? All the churches filled with losers, psycho or confused I just want to hold the divine in mind And forget, forget, forget, forget, forget All of the beauty's wasted Let's fall back to earth and do something pleasant (Say it) We fell back to earth like gravity's bitches, bitches Physics makes us all it's bitches I guess it would be nice to help in your escape From patterns your parents designed All the party people dancing for the indie star But he's the worst faker by far in the set I forget, forget, forget, forget, forget All of the beauty's wasted I guess it would be nice Show me that things can be nice I guess it would be nice Show me that things can be nice You've got my back in the city You've got my back, 'cause I don't want to panic You've got my back in the city You've got my back, 'cause I don't want to panic

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