Portugal.The Man - All Mine текст песни

And our hands had been bent backwards to match

It's all mine, All mine

A pacing pace that races through
Our will and bones that never knows just what we do
Oh how we run around and forget about love

A million people in their beds
A million more in other peoples beds
One hundred stuck stayed
While a million more just played
Mixing stories came down from above

It's all mine, All mine

I she'd my skin and just crawled around
My body ached as I was rolling rounds
Felt it as I slipped away
Making parts and mixing up with the stars

It's all mine, All mine

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