Pull

While you
Were looking at the pasture of my room
I made the sound

Long run
The window must open to be repaid
I could've won

Some ways
The worker is a vial of the untold
I missed the ride

Good souls
Are never lost before the race uphill
I'll find you soon



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Mccracken
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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