Name: The Sleeper by Dharma Nation Life
Duration: 3 min 27 s
Description: Acoustic Folk

Ojos Tristes (feat. benny blanco & The Marías)-Selena Gomez-X gu.m4a

Friends That Would Last
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

[instrumental]

Now separated 
by thousands of miles
Once in a while 
they share waning smiles

Friends from the past
Friends that would last
Each time less often
This may be the last

[instrumental]

We smile and we kid
Talk of things that we've done
And how we are feeling
And others now gone

And how long we may last
And remember the past
And what might have been
If only we'd seen

We smile and we leave
We will try to come back
But who knows
We are now losing track

[instrumental]

We knew that someday
We might go and might stay
We did not expect 
it would be today

We did not expect 
We did not expect 
it would be today

[instrumental]

[outro]

Friends That Would Last

#lofi  #sadcore #chill #alternative
#bossanova #slowcore #nightcore #triphop #introvert

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The Sleeper

Dharma Nation Life

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