My Trip
Gonna pack my bag and disappear
The endless road can follow the car
The sun is cold
While the moon shines bright
The sky is a vibrant green
When the birds start to swim
The I know the end is near
The top is down
And my hair blows
It makes me think of the world
The end of the world
I'm almost there
I can already feel it
The sky grows dark
Taking the green away
It fades from biew
The end looks bright
Stars guide my way
All the way to the end of the world
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