There’s a cold, cold, trickle down my spine The white writer gonna tell you what’s not mine Oh I hope I see you passing by my door Oh I hope I won’t see you anymore.
Oh I know on the inside you’re wondering why you fight It seems that your restrained by devout belief that ruins your life I won’t listen to you won’t you blow right past my door. Oh I won’t listen to you, blank the screen and I’ll try to ignore you.
There’s a white, light glimmer in my eye And the light is refracting in my sight Oh I Hope I see you passing by my door I hope I don’t see you anymore
Oh I know on the inside you’re wondering why you fight It seems that your restrained by devout belief that ruins your life I won’t listen to you won’t you blow right past my door. Oh I won’t listen to you, blank the screen and I’ll try to ignore you.
Is it strange to believe that the lukewarm pollution has seen revolution Hard to reside & the fires steal the light and the spirits need reviving Will to your father, he’ll hold you through these treacherous times You're going under, your lovers are dying to everything in time
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