Thrall

from by Tanner Willow

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lyrics

oh, the air smelled like home at summer time
so you were there in your head for the rest of the night
the field's grown bold in the July light
and you don't feel old and forget what your life is like now

and you'll fall asleep
with the summer heat
in your head
and you'll wake up
in your misery
and think that you're dead
(even though you're not)

credits

from Thrall / Bound, released May 1, 2016

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