Spell from Arel Happening by The Stoplights

For a decade or a day
I thought I was an island
Under a spell lost at sea

I didn’t understand
The size of continents
Or what we meant when we said “we

Cannot walk across the Earth
With only boots and good words
Can’t archipela-

Get away from the sun that will rise
On this particular her eyes
In mine” that’s what we say

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O what it takes to break this spell
Is being here and doing well

Where’s a cure to all these ails?
For “I am ghosting me myself”?

Can we topple monuments?
The house and lawn, white picket fence

To a dying type of way
They’re drinking powdered lemonade
They’re drinking powdered lemonade

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