Tyler Burkhart - Back against the wall | Текст песни

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• Back against the wall

A thread through
my every waking thought
and an aim set true
upon the heart of what is to come

Be it soft or it small
let me dream of it all

The engine hums
my back against the wall
and the window's closed

but I still watch the wind as it blows

Be it soft or it small
let me dream of it all

A thief runs
over the hill at dawn
his hands full of bird's feathers
and gold that he stole

Be it soft or it small
let me dream of it all

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