Portable Television Lyrics
Lying in a field of grass/glass underneath the overpass.
Mangled in the shards of a middle/metal frame. Woken from the dream by my own name. Well I was such a retchid man searching everywhere for a homeland. Now we are under the same sun feeling through the leaves like a...
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We are the same, we are the same, underneath the sycamore. (X2)
We were both broken in our own ways, sifting through the rubble for the wrong things. I know you got a vengful heart, I cannot be stopped till these eyes? start. But you have seen your darkest rooms and I have slept in make shift rooms. And this is where we find our peace, this is where we are...
