As the smoke escapes my lungs
And floats away into the sun
This place has come to make me feel so numb
Like a whirlpool from the fluctibus
I'm just trying to keep my head above
I think I wanna leave
The stars are getting harder to see
And the the clock keeps tocking on and on
Looking around for something new
I need the telescopic vision
To find the red x for the mission
To pick up the ones and the twos
And blast off one the star ship
Bet your money on a real trip
We'll be pushing through those photo book blues
To get back to the picking
Out in space where no one's listening
Caught in the quicksand
Only trying to understand
So you can make alittle room to beath
The fresh air it's got me feeling
I'm headed for the hills man
Cause far away it's the place to be
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Magic Mailbox - Red X Lyrics
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As the smoke escapes my lungs
And floats away into the sun
This place has come to make me feel so numb
Like a whirlpool from the fluctibus
I'm just trying to keep my head above
I think I wanna leave
The stars are getting harder to see
And the the clock keeps tocking on and on
Looking around for something new
I need the telescopic vision
To find the red x for the mission
To pick up the ones and the twos
And blast off one the star ship
Bet your money on a real trip
We'll be pushing through those photo book blues
To get back to the picking
Out in space where no one's listening
Caught in the quicksand
Only trying to understand
So you can make alittle room to beath
The fresh air it's got me feeling
I'm headed for the hills man
Cause far away it's the place to be
And floats away into the sun
This place has come to make me feel so numb
Like a whirlpool from the fluctibus
I'm just trying to keep my head above
I think I wanna leave
The stars are getting harder to see
And the the clock keeps tocking on and on
Looking around for something new
I need the telescopic vision
To find the red x for the mission
To pick up the ones and the twos
And blast off one the star ship
Bet your money on a real trip
We'll be pushing through those photo book blues
To get back to the picking
Out in space where no one's listening
Caught in the quicksand
Only trying to understand
So you can make alittle room to beath
The fresh air it's got me feeling
I'm headed for the hills man
Cause far away it's the place to be
Writer: Clay Blundon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid