Correction Paroles Crimson Skies par Murs

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And I wasn't gonna mention it
But the way you face sits in front of the sunset, a cinematic silhouette
Give me life, make me feel right
And for a minute I forget about the fires on the hillside
Watching this apocalypse in real-time
It's not at all how I thought it would seem
Dear Lord, could you please bring a pocket of green?
I'm at the rest stop by the soda pop machine
How many more kilometers to paradise?
I want the thermometer to spike with the Fahrenheit
Throw the cellular device out the car
Like, this simulation might be a product of the smart life
I kinda hope heaven is real
Cuz maybe then I could forget how to feel
I've lost too many friends, and I think I depend
On the belief that someday I'll get to see them again

On this long road
Here at the crossroads
It will be long gone

They pray that this day would come
The downfall of her favorite son
From the moment that he raised his gun
That was the end of his amazing run
I grabbed my elote and I hopped in
And from this moment forward we were not friends
Could cut the tension with the fork as he was inching north
Same roads we used to risk it all going back and forth
Cut short, quick stop, and the horn blew
Implications, zero patience, as the corn flew
Mayonnaise and chili powder on the dashboard
Paying full price for some sh*t I didn't ask for
f**k it, I should hop out and walk the last twenty miles
If I gotta take my last steps, let it be in style
Sky overhead bright red, but the future black
Swore I heard a teardrop as I was looking back

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