lyrics
shooting star, you are
a distant dream, fading from me
shining sun, you've become
the perfect place to be
some sanctuary
we buried things on the coast
that we don't want dug up
southern soul, you know
what it means to be, what it's like to see
violent friend, we begin
to seem so small
to leave or lose it all
we buried things on the coast
that we don't want dug up
dead dog soul
you've gotten old
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released 31 December 2011
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