Punta de Burica

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Burica

Burica is a town in the Chiriquí province of Panama.

Sources

  • World Gazeteer: Panama World-Gazetteer.com

  • Podcasts:

    PLAYLIST TIME:

    Mississippi Burning

    by: Park

    More nightmares
    Someone wake me when they're through
    Stop my lover's ghost from trying to protrude
    (You're burning, you're burning)
    It's chaotic, but I've got it
    You're letter scratched across my throat
    Like some painter's ink, spilled the canvas soiling parts of me
    Cover up, cover up, all the fusion's lost
    I know this sucks but one day you'll meet up
    I miss the softness of your sound
    The taste of you left in my mouth
    Is Mississippi done yet burning?
    Sick sounds like stomach's stinging
    I search out, but you cannot be found
    A red horizon in the south
    Is Mississippi done yet burning?
    Most nights bleat every feeling
    I must get back to you somehow
    I must get back to you
    Your shadow
    Now lies against the moon
    The skin I touched that once
    Kissed has come unglued
    (You're burning, you're burning)
    It's chaotic, but I've got it
    More screams than anyone should hear
    The voice of you stabs in my chest
    Forged and faithless
    Cover up, cover up, all the fusion's lost
    I know this sucks but one day you'll meet up
    I miss the softness of your sound
    The taste of you left in my mouth
    Is Mississippi done yet burning?
    Sick sounds like stomach's stinging
    I search out, but you cannot be found
    A red horizon in the south
    Is Mississippi done yet burning?
    Most nights bleat every feeling
    I must get back to you somehow
    I must get back to you
    Darling boy
    Lift your chin up for me now
    For my face to see
    And I am smiling looking down
    I know you're out of breath
    You're hit by the way I've left
    Just hold me tried and true
    For I'll be waiting
    Waiting here for you
    So dim these lights, I won't be found
    This haunting stops right here and now
    There's pain and in his eyes of fixed dreaming
    I'm tired without you, so let it be
    So dim these lights, I won't be found
    This haunting stops right here and now
    There's pain in his eyes of fixed dreaming
    I'm tired without you, so let it be
    Is Mississippi done yet burning?
    Most nights bleat every feeling
    I must get back to you somehow




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