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my mind is always gun-running circles. aimless in your tracks, underneath these leaves where i can see these clear skies turn black. it's hard to clear my thoughts when every sound i hear seems to be trembling beneath the ground. in vacancy my minds at ease. in vacancy. my mind is always gun-running circles. aimless in your tracks, underneath these leaves where i can see these clear skies turn black. it's hard to clear my thoughts when every sound i hear seems to be trembling beneath the ground. i'd rather freeze to death, when i'm failing to catch up to you and the heat between each step won't let me forget. i'd rather freeze to death that sit right here with this lack of vacancy. i never meant it that way. i never meant to turn your clear skies grey. From Letras Mania