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Dreams of a Distant Journey

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歌词
His name is Sage

Sage who sees through

And not aloud

Yeah

Troubled son troubled son on the run

These days you never know

My father told me get a gun

Troubled son troubled son on the run

These days you never know

My father told me get a gun

Way too many European clothes and not enough funds

I been on my own if Papa was around

It ain't no question who would own a home

Trust I had to grow quicker than most

Sound definite definitely heaven sent

Horns blazing only some forget the sunken ships

I often reminisce what spirit guides a calm regret

Look myself in the mirror start tearing up as I reflect

I rearrange my meaning

December days I recollect I reconnect through dreaming

A distant daze my journey long I fix my face to see it

Ronaldinho how I curve the ball I'm Ziyech from a distance

Roberto Carlos round the problems Henry with the finish

Winning strong my Shazza often calling wishes

Witches been scared by the wicked one the whispers

Heart burning see the embers

My spirit been the saddest most the time I can't remember

Karma from my last life it ain't a time

I can't remember to live with reason

Trees and this eating

Found truth here it is in my palm breathing

I'm living proof

I got fam in Santiago I got fam in Tennessee

Child of a Ogun his spirit walk amongst the trees

Proper dearest came from Nashville it's Choctaw in me

It's Choctaw in me

Yeah

I got fam in Santiago I got fam in Tennessee

Child of a Ogun his spirit walk amongst the trees

Proper dearest came from Nashville it's Choctaw in me

It's Choctaw in me

Troublesome

Troubled son on the run

So when you praise something

Alright

It lives

When the spirits praise us we live

But their praise is our life

Their praise is our heartbeat

Their praise is the grass growing

At least I get to live

I never think when it'd die

You'd have to grieve the hell out

Because if you don't grieve it then it never was really alive

It didn't live it's already dead

And that's what terrifies the hell out of us

If you have two centuries of people that haven't grieved the things

That they loved and they left properly where does that grief go