Kindred Dirt
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Lyrics
And stashed under our seats are the maps not worth the reach ♪ with worship squares we keep getting told about... and can't seem to be found. Maybe that's why so many would rather bow out... so there's a connect, as if we're on the same roads to share the same waste and build a way to ungraves. Close our aisles, less with give and get what we have. To erase. To erupt. To erase. To erupt. ♪ Let go of our aims, let go of our best, let go of the wheel and let in the crash.
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:01
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 168 BPM