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Anarbor Hearing Colours Seeing Sounds

leave This is the song that gets us by And these are the words that speak for themselves We?re desperate for leaving But obsessed with interstates And perfecting our own sound

Natures first green was gold always still the hardest one to hold we wont celebrate to forgive i wont ask you where have you been we crashed like twin

The sun coming up, seems to agree with our moods slow with world, slow with the world, on our finger tips and still we'll wish that we had something

lying if i told you i never knew it was coming but im tired of lying and im sick of trying we both know it wasn't worth it i need to hear it and you