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Lyrics for 'The Humid Press Of Days' by 'Camper Van Beethoven'
What Did It Mean To Fly
A Tremor In Your Soul
To Resist The Dull Existence Of Gravity
Upward Bound, Trees Fly
Two Meadows And A Fields
And The Border Is A Simple Line Of Hills
Ah, Didja Come Uncoiled
Between Heavens And The Earth
Whispered Nonsense Into Your Radio
Now Afternoons You Seldom Move
Grounded To A Little Bit Of Earth
And, After All, Time Barely Crawls
Unoccupied, Between Each Breath It Sticks
What Did It Mean To Fly
When You Were Bound To The Earth
A Release From The Humid Press Of Days
Now Afternoons It Hardly Moves
I Wonder How You Make It Through Each Day
And, After All, Time Barely Crawls
Unoccupied, Between Each Breath It Sticks
What Did It Mean To Fly
A Tremor In Your Soul
To Resist The Dull Existence Of Gravity
What Did It Mean To You
An Early Chat With Death
To Pull Your Body For A Moment From Your Soul
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