It’s like a faded Just like the curtains in the sun Just like the clouds I’m falling from I let you change me Down to the colour of my hair Till I can’t find me anywhere
Chorus So I’m punching out walls And tearing down paper Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later I’m selling my soul right back to Jesus Taking up hope and giving up weaknesss Untangling the strings I’m free, yeah I’m free, yeah
I’m feeling better Now that your stuff’s out in the yard I should send God a thank-you card Cause he’ll forgive me Even if you never do I never did look good in blue
Chorus So I’m punching out walls And tearing down paper Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later I’m selling my soul right back to Jesus Taking up hope and giving up weakness Untangling the strings I’m free, yeah I’m free, yeah I’m free, yeah I’m free, yeah
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