"Live>Leave" lyrics

"Live>Leave"

So, we climb every mountain
Then we swam every sea
We just dreaming of living
All for minimal fees
Holidays on the telly
Luminating the veg
Saddest eyes getting heavy
Till [?]

We live and we leave
Nobody knows
When it will be
Can't let it bother me
We live and we leave
Nobody knows
When it will be
Can't let it bother me

They say go live every minute
Soak it up like a sponge
I guess if you're motivated
Shit like that could be fun
But I'm not dumb, I read papers
People blacker than blue
People sold down the river
Could be me, could be you

We live and we leave
Nobody knows
When it will be
Can't let it bother me
We live and we leave
Nobody knows
When it will be
Can't let it bother me

I'm afraid of the future
I've forgiven the past
Got my head above water
Wonder how long I'll last
Need to care, but I'm weary
Feet don't fail me now
Out of focus and blury
Grasping onto the now

I guess we live and we leave
Nobody knows
When it will be
Can't let it bother me
We live and we leave
Nobody knows
When it will be
Can't let it bother me

I can't let it bother me
Can't let it bother me
Nah, I can't let it bother me
Can't let it bother me
Can't let it bother me
I can't let it bother me
Can't let it bother me
Nah, I can't let it bother me


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