Turn off the colors
Underneath the right display
We're wrecking
Figuring out where its formed
I rather sink with all of my ships
Believe me I'm scared wrapped up here paranoid
Your lips are close
Every inch is spoken for
Wash out your insides
Enough to save us from our crime
On your hair
The notes have simply started falling down
Home is always the right space
Believing that everything's fine
Left with mistakes
Connecting lines to burying
Everything that ever was turned around the current
Believe me I'm scared
Of everything
Signs are cutting through
Leaving us along the edge
Signs are cutting through
Somethings up nothings there
Believe me I'm scared of everything

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