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Colours and colours and colours of colours
Colours and colours and colours of colours Colours and colours and colours of colours Colours and colours and colours of colours Bursts are where I find a face Bursts are made To colour me rich Bursts are blocks Stickle bricks Bursts of colour Until I`m sick Colours and colours and colours of colours (I only wanted for to see) Colours and colours and colours of colours (There`s nothing in this heart but me) Colours and colours and colours of colours (Everything you want is not free) Colours and colours and colours of colours Colours and colours and colours of colours (I`m everything a girl could need) Colours and colours and colours of colours (There`s nothing in this heart but me) Colours and colours and colours of colours (If everything you want is free) Colours and colours and colours of colours Colours and colours and colours of colours (If everything you want is free) Colours and colours and colours of colours (There`s nothing in this heart but me) Colours and colours and colours of colours (I only wanted for to see) Colours and colours and colours of colours Colours and colours and colours of colours (I only wanted for to see) Colours and colours and colours of colours (There`s nothing in this heart but me) Colours and colours and colours of colours (Everything you want is not) Colours and colours and colours of colours Free Free Free |
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| 3:48 |
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| 4:17 |
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| 6. |
| 19:54 |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar
Come around and around just like we breakdown With a fist and a fall we meet with the floor On the ropes in the oak of making once more All in the name of what we're not sure x2 Lay down in our beds, it's caught in our heads There's a room full of notes that build to a dread Is there room to ignore what we are here for Turn on the lights and open the door. Ring on your finger, a block on your heart Hold on my friend, the end is a start x2 Come around and around just like we breakdown With a fist and a fall we meet with the floor On the ropes in the oak of making once more All in the name of what we're not sure Ring on your finger, a block on your heart Hold on my friend, the end is a start x2 |
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