AmF The city street, the desert heatC Burns my mind and forces my feet to keep movingF Three in the afternoonC Wasted, feel my father disapprovingF There's a desperation in this townC Vultures flank the fools and clowns are cryingF Shell-shocked and landlockedC Don't know if I can leave but I feel like tryingC E Am F And I'd better run into the sunAm Until I hit the oceanF C Words and tears have long dried up with my emotionsF Just 'cause you don't see the way I feelC Please don't question my devotionF Blistered and brokenC This hearts for sale but no one's a buyingF Something still burns inside of meC But I can feel it dyingC E Am F And I'd better run into the sunAm Until I hit the oceanF Am And I better run until I hit the ocean (X2)F C E Am F And I better run into the sunAm until I hit the ocean
Into The Sun
The White Buffalo
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