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I love you and 'cause I do |
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My skies have changed |
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From gray to blue |
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But blue's not just |
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A color of the rainbow |
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It's shade, is not a hazy hue |
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But pure and hard |
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My blue sky blue |
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It's like a Roman candle |
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Coming rosebuds |
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My words are empty, hollow, bleating |
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Of a mental crutch |
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They're open, festered, indigestion |
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With a velvet touch |
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A coma with a sweet aroma |
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Is my only dream |
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Malignant with the misconception |
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That a grunt can gleam |
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My lichen covered corpuscles |
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Are filthy as a fist |
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Infection is my finest flower |
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Mildewed in the mist |
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Infection is my finest flower |
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Mildewed in the mist |
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Infection, infection |
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Infection, infection |
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I love you and 'cause I do |
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My skies have changed |
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From gray to blue |
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But blue's not just |
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A color of the rainbow |
