#7
But my soul floats
Adrift thoughtless minds, distorted lines
The soul is broken down, borderlines
To cause the tide, to enforce divide
This whole devotion has morphed in time
I’ll escort her mind to solve my crimes
Reach slow motion and con the mind
So scorn divine and mourn the pride
The cold has spoken, draw the line
King Krule — Border Line
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