Wyatt Coin - Hunger for Thirst

We'll go our separate ways again and clear the land of foreign friends
Go our separate ways again and rise against the odds
Go our separate ways again and clear the land of foreign friends
Go our separate ways again and sleep with disregard

Give me all your rent money and drown me in your beer
If I ever get to heaven, I'll be singing all these tears

The days I feel right and clean are too few and far between
And there's a story to be told about all the world
All the people have their hands in everyone's gold
All the people have their hands in my gold
All the while try to mend their ways and make some ends meet
But these wounds are getting to thick for me to find my way

Go our separate ways again and clear the land of foreign friends
Go our separate ways again and rise against the odds
Go our separate ways again and clear the land of foreign friends
Go our separate ways again and sleep with disregard

Give me all your poverty and make it fucking clear, if we ever get our riches
We'll never make it out of here alive
Oh well

Written by:
Dewey Richbar, Jordan Schilling

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, DUANE WEBER

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