GHOSTE - Daily lyrics

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GHOSTE - Daily lyrics

Running from the city x2 Goth boy riding in that Rolls Royce Listening to new noise she won't make the right choice I have been gone for so long from home I've got icings dripping wrist to wrist Moving slow so high I don't exist x2 Running from the city x2 I've got icings dripping wrist to wrist Moving slow so high I don't exist