Galleon's Lap

D.B.S.

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Let's run away to nowhere in particular.
It may take some time because nowhere's hard to find.
As time goes by you worry about the time that's gone by oblivious to the fact that you're alive.
I'm asking you to light the fuse, strike a match and burn the fucking thing
to hell and we'll refuse to grow old and we will never age a day.
We'll run away to a place where time has no effect.