The Bones of Our History
We used to ride down
to the beach at night
You and me on a stolen bike
Traffic in the passing
of the shipping lane
A brush of your hand
and your nicotine breath
Go, lay down the bones
of all our history
You will see, there's no way
to bury them or me
You will see
to the beach at night
You and me on a stolen bike
Traffic in the passing
of the shipping lane
A brush of your hand
and your nicotine breath
Go, lay down the bones
of all our history
You will see, there's no way
to bury them or me
You will see
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Writer(s): Rasmus Kellerman
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