Lyrics WIINSTON – nostalgia
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Your body’s aching not for long
A couple angels on your tongue
I see the time move back and forth
Got tough decisions on my phone
But it reminds me of my own
Along the mountains and the shores
Into the fires and the wars
Yeah
I like the picture you painted
Is that us? Is that us?
I like the picture you painted
These days got me tripping on nostalgia
Street names and I’m itching from nostalgia
Heatwaves in the city of nostalgia
These days got me tripping on nostalgia
Come on in America
This is the death of my character
I’m laughing, almost hysterical
Purple clouds will turn black above my head tonight
I put myself inside you just to have a bed tonight
I guess you really meant it when you said
Jellyfish will kill me in the end
I like the picture you painted
Is that us? Is that us?
I like the picture you painted
These days got me tripping on nostalgia
Street names and I’m itching from nostalgia
Heatwaves in the city of nostalgia
These days got me tripping on nostalgia
I don’t feel like home in this town anymore, anymore
I don’t feel like home in this town anymore, anymore
I don’t feel like home in this town anymore, anymore
I don’t feel like home in this town anymore, anymore