Tropical Fuck Storm - Moonburn lyrics

We're all secrets being seen
We all dream about detours that ain't real
Hung juries cheap music
Yeah but if you get the best of me
I'm returning your keys

Lights out lookouts staying past closed
And high noonin' honey moonin'
Moonburn but don't worry
Come to me

You're out roaming and never home
And you've left no turn un-stoned
And you're out late dying to be everything
But you don't tell me nothing oh!

Home oh well good morning
You're sounding hoarse
And every new day's just more remorse
And I'm nuts too
You've got to let, let, let


Me be a warm regret
(Hey) Best of me, oh the best of me
Are you gonna let, let, let
Me be a warm regret?
You've got the best of me oh best of me
Oh you've got to let, let, let
Let me be a warm

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