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letra de your orbit - ecca vandal

great part, love your pieces
i speak openly, you secrets
peak blue roses on your peaches
eat it up and spit the leeches
we no protector
i have not seen her protector
i will not be her projector
i will not be her p-ssy, sir
i orbit sp-ce and time and love
it’s like two clouds and diamond doves
i love you not and yes i’d love to be
into sp-ce and god above
turn the orbit it will be
the day and night both at my feet
my flower good enough to eat
so drink up, drink up and send oh me
me and kids dragging ember still light
but the soundtrack is stuck in rewind
it’s all the same, our orbit’s in place
papa told me spurn out and retire
the dough we bow it for the night
it’s all the same, our orbit is in place
i’m on the radar, i own it for the fun of it
i wouldn’t wait up, i wake up way away from her
is it direct or are we going metro way
i wouldn’t worry, i never wanna wear it all
your orbit, your orbit, your orbit, your orbit
you, keep me at a meteor’s distance
way, way across the carparel, listen
it’s cool, everyone’s someone’s fool
i’m never gonna bring no shame
a matrimal pain
i’m into it now, it’s all the same
hate to hit you with the big “what’s are we?”
i’m sorry, there’s no hurry
it’s all the same, our orbit is in place
i’m on the radar, i own it for the fun of it
i wouldn’t wait up, i wake up way away from her
is it direct or are we going metro way
i wouldn’t worry, i never wanna wear it all
your orbit, your orbit, your orbit, your orbit
now, my legs are dangling off the edge of saturn’s rings
i just considered waiting for my phone to ring
i had a dream that we were comets on a swing
i just been sitting waiting…
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo!
hey you should wait for the pause
i been stuck in the stars
pluto and venus and mars
on my own simulator
one stop, then see you later
tie me’s lighter than ai-er
oh, my hai-er, looking much greyer over here
lightyears travelling fate over there
stuck in the clouds with a breeze on the kid
singing “my she’s done a wing” with the kids
bright stars, bright hearts, like ours
never meant to heal our wounds and scars
never meant to feel real love in stars
only give the kids blue blood and mars
big bright stars on a big star ship
taking your head and taking your sh-t
kissy bright hips on the streams in a bit [?]
l!cking my lips, looking lit down yo
your orbit, your orbit, your orbit, your orbit

- ecca vandal

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