Geography isn't with me
We draw a line across the sand

Real love, we can't blow away
Like dust on a windy day
Real love, when it holds me
I transform

Geography isn't with me

I'm baked, the wind blows
I know it's dry above
Painted me while I sleep

Real love, we can't blow away
Like dust on a windy day
Real love, when it holds me
I transform

You're runnin'
You're runnin'
You're runnin'
You're runnin'

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