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Honest Hour - Assembly of Dust/Reid Genauer
Written by：A. Wilson
In the hour before the devil finds I've died
I'll move slow as my ending
Descends from the pines
Because I couldn't stop for death
She kindly stopped for me and
She stole my breath
If I'm bound or gagged
If I'm lost or loosin'
I might want to leave from here
Until then I'll still be cruisin'
High above the atmosphere
I walked through that
Hour in a drawn out
Sleepless bliss
Blinking possibilites shuttered
Ceased to exist
Like a prisoner of my personality
My time had come and my body was set free
If I'm bound or gagged
If I'm lost or loosin'
I might want to leave from here
Until then I'll still be cruisin'
High above the atmosphere
High above the atmosphere
I went easy from my body
But harder from my ways
I lived tall in this life
But I was naked
At the end of my born days
When desperation rang long through me
Horses whispered in the distance
And my body was set free
If I'm bound or gagged
If I'm lost or loosin'
I might want to leave from here
Until then I'll still be cruisin'
High above the atmosphere
Until then I'll still be cruisin'
High above the atmosphere
High above the atmosphere
