| I remember a day,
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| With flowers in mind from a pixel in her.
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| We were trying to climb,
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| our colors alive but our vision was faded.
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| A struggle of friends,
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| made till the end a place we made it
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| There’s something missing here.
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| With my head in my hands,
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| And my feet block the door.
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| Your voice is calling my name,
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| And I want nothing more.
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| I’d buy yourself from you and call it dreams,
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| Into a world where everything is as it seems.
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| We don’t need this (We don’t need this)*We Don’t!*
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| Fuckin' over it (Fuckin' over it)
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| It’s mad for says machines,
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| I’ll be the message on your screen.
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| What it reads, '*stands to your grave*'
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| Where did the trail go? |
| (We haven’t a clue)
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| It’s in my body noo oh
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| Will you come home tonight,
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| In time of you this is my lights.
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| There’s something missing here.
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| Just thinking of these memories again,
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| You know I’d never forget, you.
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| I’d buy yourself from you and call it dreams,
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| Into a world where everything is as it seems.
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| We don’t need this (We don’t need this)*We Don’t!*
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| Fuckin' over it
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| I’ll be the message on your screen.
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| What it reads, stands to your grave,
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| I can’t handle this fail of mine,
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| I Can’t wait to go back in time*
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| It’s time to, grab a hold of truth and make it scream.
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| All the lies you told about me.
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| It’s time to, grab a hold of truth and make it scream.
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| All the lies you told about me.
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| I’d buy yourself from you and call it dreams,
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| Into a world where everything is as it seems.
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| We don’t need this (We don’t need this)
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| Fuckin' over it (Fuckin' over it)
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| It’s mad for says machines, (We don’t need this)
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| I’ll be the message on your screen.(Fuckin' Over it)
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| What it reads, stands to your grave. |