Restless and scared of the night, dark deceptive and grim
but I still like the wind, I still like the wind
born in a light breeze, living a life, waiting for you, waiting for you
On these dirty heights, of sunshine and trash
forever and ever, on these dirty heights, of sunshine and trash
sunshine and trash
Languish here in the heat, a wolf pack on the run
from the truth and a dream, stuck in the mud
And while, while we go down, I try to look up over our hill
over our hill
From these dirty heights, of sunshine and trash
forever and ever, on these dirty heights, of sunshine and trash
sunshine and trash
sunshine and trash
sunshine and trash

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