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The Age Of Rockets The Drive Home

The days count me down hits close to home now and i don't so i'll pause like it sunk in but i don't listen i never listen it'd break your heart were

Pilots are flying low Searching for life below Between the bits of broken earth Where the sunlight still hits Bodies wash against the shore The robots

Countdown to takeoff engine roar the night sky and in your favorite chair you are hanging from a thread i'll be your war i'll be your astronaut and

Rain loves the flowers for a drop at a time when they collide petals love the dirt and make them strong when flowers die dirt tries to love everything