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Album: OurVinyl Sessions
Like rippling pools, your voice comes in waves
From the wilderness and it's calling my name
what we left behind to be alone
Uncharting star paths to follow you home
Living in the wasteland, you're my wild honey
Traded my heart for all my money
We were left for dead
The desert is a river bed
Living in the wasteland you're my wild honey
Sold my heart for all my money
When we're left for dead,
The desert is a river bed
Looking for golden light waves and fields for miles
Pinkie promises in your palms, your smile
Just empty pockets, black birds circling
No trees in sight, just the shade of your wings
Living in the wasteland, you're my wild honey
Traded my heart for all my money
We were left for dead
The desert is a river bed
Living in the wasteland, you're my wild honey
Sold my heart for all my money
When we're left for dead,
The desert is a river bed
The soil of my soul begins to grow
The soil of my soul begins to grow
The soil of my soul begins to grow
Living in the wasteland, you're my wild honey
Traded my heart for all my money
We were left for dead
The desert is a river bed
Living in the wasteland, you're my wild honey
Sold my heart for all my money
When we're left for dead,
The desert is a river bed
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