We were walking
Through a meadow so surreal
Not a power line in sight
No old secrets to reveal
Don't go gently
Don't you dare go without a fight
Wanna see you in my twenties
Wanna see you in the dying light
I know they say you
Play pretend until you're dead
I've got this odd feeling
That if I
Make my bed in evidence
I won't be truly living
Collecting dirt from every state
In jars beside your bed
Reading every article
But nothing grows in your head
Don't go gently
Like the sparks on the 4th of July
I was sitting on your queen-sized bed
Fireworks in your eyes
We were walking
But I felt like running 'til I don't know the names of the streets
That reminds me of me
That kills the disease
Of a cog in the machine
That matters to me
That matters to me
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We were walking
Through a meadow so surreal
Not a power line in sight
No old secrets to reveal
Don't go gently
Don't you dare go without a fight
Wanna see you in my twenties
Wanna see you in the dying light
I know they say you
Play pretend until you're dead
I've got this odd feeling
That if I
Make my bed in evidence
I won't be truly living
Collecting dirt from every state
In jars beside your bed
Reading every article
But nothing grows in your head
Don't go gently
Like the sparks on the 4th of July
I was sitting on your queen-sized bed
Fireworks in your eyes
We were walking
But I felt like running 'til I don't know the names of the streets
That reminds me of me
That kills the disease
Of a cog in the machine
That matters to me
That matters to me
Through a meadow so surreal
Not a power line in sight
No old secrets to reveal
Don't go gently
Don't you dare go without a fight
Wanna see you in my twenties
Wanna see you in the dying light
I know they say you
Play pretend until you're dead
I've got this odd feeling
That if I
Make my bed in evidence
I won't be truly living
Collecting dirt from every state
In jars beside your bed
Reading every article
But nothing grows in your head
Don't go gently
Like the sparks on the 4th of July
I was sitting on your queen-sized bed
Fireworks in your eyes
We were walking
But I felt like running 'til I don't know the names of the streets
That reminds me of me
That kills the disease
Of a cog in the machine
That matters to me
That matters to me
Writer: Brian Bulger
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid