Travels - The Smell Of Kerosene lyrics

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when you travel by yourself, is it hard to let it in?

it's beautiful, it's warm, it's your heart beating,

it's the friend you never had.

it's the sweater that you've always worn/since you were thirteen/how does it feel to throw it away,

and smile like a kid and finally mean it?

it's love that you really miss

it's feeling important somehow, knowing you exist

with or without god.

this is your car, this is the smell of kerosene

this is the sun, these are your bones<br />

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Thanks to razvan