ALL MY DAYS COME IN A FLASH OF YELLOW, RED AND CYAN BLUE ~ TO COLOR ME ~ TO COLOR YOU.
WE'RE PAINTED HERE AND CAN'T ESCAPE ~ THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO.
ALWAYS THERE IN THE CORNERS OF MY DREAMS ~ YOU SLIP RIGHT THROUGH MY OPEN SEAMS... AND THESE FINGERS ON MY BRAIN ARE BLINDING ME ~ REMINDING ME YOU'RE IN CONTROL AND THOUGH I TRY I CAN'T BREAK FREE.
IF I MUMBLE MY WORDS WOULD YOU THINK IT'S ALL NEW?
IF I FUMBLE MY WORDS WOULD YOU THINK I'M READING TO YOU?
IF I STUMBLE AND FALL ~ WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
ALWAYS THERE IN THE CORNERS OF MY DREAMS ~ YOU SLIP RIGHT THROUGH MY OPEN SEAMS ~ AND THESE FINGERS ON MY BRAIN ARE BLINDING ME ~ REMINDING ME YOU'RE IN CONTROL AND THOUGH I TRY I CAN NEVER BREAK FREE.
ALL MY COLORS COME IN A FLASH OF YELLOW, RED AND CYAN BLUE ~ TO COLOR ME ~ TO COLOR YOU.
WE'RE PAINTED HERE ~ AND CAN'T ESCAPE.
THERE ARE FINGERS ON MY BRAIN. FINGERS ON MY BRAIN.
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