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My mind is a colour to get out my mouth
My tongue is a pill that I can't spit out.
Make no bones, about it
We're older now, than I like to admit.
My midnight image casts no shadow
An overturned city as our grass will grow.
Make no bones, about it
We're older now, than I like to admit.
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time.
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time.
Each steps on a snake fills my lungs ...
Allison, my slip of the tongue
No thoughts no turning back I
She knows me better than I
No blots no semen it's energy wasted.
Make no bones, about it
We're older now, than I like to admit.
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time
Suppose it's the right time...
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