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◤Nightcore◢ ↬ King of the Clouds [Panic! At the disco]


Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I chase With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain Every day, I’m Carl Sagan in space To escape this old world, this old world And some days I lie wide awake ’til the Sun hits my face And I fade, elevate from the Earth Far away to a place where I’m free from the weight This old world, this old world I don’t trust anything Or anyone, below the Sun And I don’t feel anything At all I’m King of the clouds, of the clouds I get lifted, I get lifted King of the clouds, of the clouds I get lifted, I get lifted Some only live to die, I’m alive to fly higher Than angels in outfields inside of my mind I’m ascending these ladders, I’m climbin’, say goodbye This old world, this old world And when I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes In the backbone of night, I’m combustible Dust in the fire when I can’t sleep a wink, I’m too tired This old world, this old world I don’t trust anything Or anyone, below the Sun And I don’t feel anything At all I’m King of the clouds, of the clouds I get lifted, I get lifted King of the clouds, of the clouds I get lifted, I get lifted Imagination, take me somewhere I don’t know I’m lost but I better find it alone King of the clouds, of the clouds I get lifted, I get lifted I keep searching Oh, I keep searching I keep searching

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