one of the things you said And I dread it. That everything turns grey, This is where I stray I, I want so badly, To say that these things dont exist
t settle in me somehow, I'm not free I, I want so badly, to say That these things don't exist anymore When that indigo creeps upon me I can't deny that
of the things you said And I dread it. That everything turns grey, This is where I stray I, I want so badly, To say that these things dont exist anymore
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