that bon iver part at the end

I’m sure we’re taller in another dimension
You say we’re small and not worth the mention

You’re tired of movin’, your body’s achin’
We could vaca, there’s places to go
Clearly this isn’t all that there is

Can’t take what’s been given
But we’re so okay here, we’re doing fine
Primal and naked

You dream of walls that hold us in prison
It’s just a skull, least that’s what they call it
And we’re free to roam

White Ferrari, Frank Ocean, thanks genius.com

I’m doing it, and I’m doing it tonight.

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