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Letra : Little Song, Or, Outer Space

So here we go
Contained by unseen pinfolds
Don't you know
I struggle just to confide

And suddenly the walls are closing in
And suddenly the air is getting thin
And suddenly I don't know anything
It's not hard to find that perfect piece of mind

Surrounded by wind, surrounded by everything
We ever made, or ever took, or ever were
We're so far away, it's like we're in outer space
And I can't turn back to tell you how I feel

And suddenly the world is pressing down
And suddenly the sky is turning brown
And suddenly we're in a new ghost town
It's not hard to find your perfect battlecry

[Chorus x2]