Grey Turning, Gold Turning Light Songtext
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The gears inside me grind,
to a rhythm that makes these sparks fly in my mind.
I make myself beautiful wih an absensce of complextion.
Cynical with hopes and dreams,
my white flag is raised and in this scheme,
to a rhythm that makes these sparks fly in my mind.
I make myself beautiful wih an absensce of complextion.
Cynical with hopes and dreams,
my white flag is raised and in this scheme,
I see the start to a new direction.`
Though failure is fleeting,
now the atmosphere's retreating.
Come on baby dive right in,
lets sin with a little skin on skin,
oh i've been knocking all night
but you still won't let me in.
Come on baby dive right in,
lets sin with a little skin on skin,
ill make you finish first
and then i'll add your ego in.
they scarcely corragate the surface with a wind of accidental burden,
we all wear lips that are cold bruised overused in tales of racy pasquinade
The wind might catch me,
capture and dispatch me.
Though failure is fleeting,
now the atmosphere's retreating.
Come on baby dive right in,
lets sin with a little skin on skin,
oh i've been knocking all night
but you still won't let me in.
Come on baby dive right in,
lets sin with a little skin on skin,
ill make you finish first
and then i'll add your ego in.
they scarcely corragate the surface with a wind of accidental burden,
we all wear lips that are cold bruised overused in tales of racy pasquinade
The wind might catch me,
capture and dispatch me.
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