when the shit hits the fan?
with a mouth full of sand
We crawl back up from deep
The life, the tribe, the bruises
Break an d fire, disguise or the dust
We should proudly walk the ground
The life, the try, the bruises
The planet of sound, but mu sic
This life, this time, you move me
We found a life in music, in music
when the ship hits the fan?
with a mouth full of sand
on the planet that's sound
The life, the try, the bruises
The planet of sound, pop music
This life, this time, you move me
We found a life in mu sic, in music
The life, the tribe, the process
The planet of sound, of mu sic
This life, this time, you move me
We found a life in music, in music
The life, the tribe, the process
The planet of sound, of mu sic
This life, this time, your movement
We found a life in mu sic, in music . .
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