Animation by Coda
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Lyrics:
Pack a bag, hop in a car, another day another destination
Fly somewhere far, gotta start fresh in a new location
Seems somewhat bizarre, living life without a sovereign nation
Said make me a star, this is what you gotta do
In the air again, it’s just like a merry-go-round
Living miles above you miss being there on the ground
So sick of white and chrome but I’ve got the world to roam
So I am lost in the unknown
Til the birds fly home
Go to sleep somewhere new, seven hours on a red eye flight to
Meet someone who is supposed to give me all the answers
Learn something true, another hundred thousand miles I flew
I’m just passing through, and it’s all I ever do, I’m
In the air again, it’s just like a merry-go-round
Living miles above you miss being there on the ground
So sick of white and chrome but I’ve got the world to roam
So I am lost in the unknown
Til the birds fly home I'm gone, alone on top of the world
They say there’s nothing wrong, success is a wonderful whirl-
wind but I’m lost at sea, it’s a prison being free
It won’t be long, you’ll see
Only til the birds fly home
I’ll just be a voice over the phone
Destinations all unknown
Only til the birds fly home
Used to live simple life, in single nondescript location
Stress, fam’ly strife, sick and tired of the aggravation
So, wrote my songs, try to make it big in my vocation
I’d prove them wrong, and did what I had to do
In the air again, it’s just like a merry-go-round
Living miles above you miss being there on the ground
So sick of white and chrome but I’ve got the world to roam
So I am lost in the unknown
Til the birds fly home I’m gone, alone on top of the world
They say there’s nothing wrong, success is a wonderful whirl-
wind but I’m lost at sea, it’s a prison being free
It won’t be long, you’ll see
Til the birds fly home
Til the birds fly home
…
Fly home
➢ Download "zero_one" here: https://tlt.ffm.to/zero_one
Follow The Living Tombstone:
➢ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFYMDSW-BzeYZKFSxROw3Rg?sub_confirmation=1
➢ Discord: https://discord.gg/dtzJ48c
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Lyrics:
Pack a bag, hop in a car, another day another destination
Fly somewhere far, gotta start fresh in a new location
Seems somewhat bizarre, living life without a sovereign nation
Said make me a star, this is what you gotta do
In the air again, it’s just like a merry-go-round
Living miles above you miss being there on the ground
So sick of white and chrome but I’ve got the world to roam
So I am lost in the unknown
Til the birds fly home
Go to sleep somewhere new, seven hours on a red eye flight to
Meet someone who is supposed to give me all the answers
Learn something true, another hundred thousand miles I flew
I’m just passing through, and it’s all I ever do, I’m
In the air again, it’s just like a merry-go-round
Living miles above you miss being there on the ground
So sick of white and chrome but I’ve got the world to roam
So I am lost in the unknown
Til the birds fly home I'm gone, alone on top of the world
They say there’s nothing wrong, success is a wonderful whirl-
wind but I’m lost at sea, it’s a prison being free
It won’t be long, you’ll see
Only til the birds fly home
I’ll just be a voice over the phone
Destinations all unknown
Only til the birds fly home
Used to live simple life, in single nondescript location
Stress, fam’ly strife, sick and tired of the aggravation
So, wrote my songs, try to make it big in my vocation
I’d prove them wrong, and did what I had to do
In the air again, it’s just like a merry-go-round
Living miles above you miss being there on the ground
So sick of white and chrome but I’ve got the world to roam
So I am lost in the unknown
Til the birds fly home I’m gone, alone on top of the world
They say there’s nothing wrong, success is a wonderful whirl-
wind but I’m lost at sea, it’s a prison being free
It won’t be long, you’ll see
Til the birds fly home
Til the birds fly home
…
Fly home
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- Five Nights
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