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"July 32nd" is a track by Annabelle Dinda, from the album Sixth Sense, released 24th November 2024. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] He is in the kitchen eating something I cannot remember I am by the key hook, sweating, looking for my bag of feathers Is this when you say you're dreaming what it’s like, or is it better? He is in the kitchen, heavy, solid like a marble pillar [Verse 2] Sting my leg where he was standing, wish there was a lucky reason Twitching when the venom hits on Henry, steps a whole new season New and old is all imagined, you can watch it in thе pictures I met picture girl, shе's pretty, no one dared to contradict her [Chorus] Go back to the city if you wanna be alive Go back to the city if you wanna be alive Go back to the city if you wanna be alive [Verse 3] Watching footage of tornadoes in a state they've never seen Do they wonder where they’re going? Are they sorry? Are they mean? I was mean when I was younger, so is now what I deserve? I was also always hungry into reading foreign words [Chorus] Go back to the city if you wanna be alive Go back to the city if you wanna be alive Go back to the city if you wanna be alive Go back to the city if you wanna be alive [Bridge] The order of things, a song in a room A boy in a room, a song in my head The wet heat of summer like waves in the dark I cry at the ocean, it swallows the spark The order of things (The order of things), a song in a room (A song in a room) A boy in a room (A boy in a room), and a song in my head (A song in my head) The wet heat of summer (The wet heat of summer) like waves in the dark (Waves in the dark) Cry at the ocean (Cry at the ocean), it swallows the spark (It swallows the spark) [Chorus] Go back to the city if you wanna be alive (The order of things, a song in a room) July 32nd, then I'll really hit my stride (A boy in a room, a song in my head) Go back to the city, to the pretty, to the lines (The wet heat of summer like waves in the dark) Go back to the city if you wanna be alive (Cry at the ocean, it swallows the spark, swallows the spark, swallows the spark) Go back to the city if you wanna be alive
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