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Into The Sun

The White Buffalo


The city street, the desert heat
Burns my mind and forces my feet to keep moving
Three in the afternoon
Wasted, feel my father disapproving
There's a desperation in this town
Vultures flank the fools and clowns are crying
Shell-shocked and landlocked
Don't know if I can leave but I feel like trying

And I'd better run into the sun
Until I hit the ocean

Words and tears have long dried up with my emotions

Just 'cause you don't see the way I feel
Please don't question my devotion
Blistered and broken
This hearts for sale but no one's a buying
Something still burns inside of me
But I can feel it dying

And I'd better run into the sun
Until I hit the ocean

And I better run until I hit the ocean
And I better run until I hit the ocean
And I better run until I hit the ocean