Bruise-blue Songtext
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Hey, even if your world stops now,
it wouldn't mean anything. I'm sad to say,
because all splashes are ripples from the distance
--then rings of waves...
Turn them a deaf ear.
I figured it out; now I'm tired.
I'm putting my arms down and turning away.
And the sound? I'm sure there are mouths moving
it wouldn't mean anything. I'm sad to say,
because all splashes are ripples from the distance
--then rings of waves...
Turn them a deaf ear.
I figured it out; now I'm tired.
I'm putting my arms down and turning away.
And the sound? I'm sure there are mouths moving
but I can't hear anything. Not today...
Get it off my back.
I'm bruise-blue from all my abuses.
"She was the queen of the mistakes,"
I was told by everyone,
"Until you made her a saint."
Get it off my back.
I'm bruise-blue from all my abuses.
"She was the queen of the mistakes,"
I was told by everyone,
"Until you made her a saint."
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