Blueblack - Tülpa/BLANKTS

Feeling woozy in my bones

Hit three strikes I'm going home

Call mom dad up on the phone

Hmmm

Feeling woozy in my bones

Hit three strikes I'm going home

Call mom dad all on the phone

These bad boys do it all for show

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I am gone

Land of the free but I feel like a star

Put the light under my face

What do you see in a better place

Feeling woozy in my bones

Hit three strikes I'm going home

Call mom dad all on the phone

Bad boys do it all for show

A real big heart but not a soul

Viens all numb with my dumb rapport

Tripping casually on the floor

Losing sense of all control all control all control

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Closets full of monsters do not scare me

Cause I'm empty

No the monsters do not scare me

I'm empty

And cups are

In my room with

All the things that

Make me fade

When I go to bed I think of all the things I dread

In blueblack sets in my head

Close these weary eyes for for minutes at a time

Wish I had connected all the lines

Drive my story old

And paper doesn't burn

In stories and then in wars

They told me I was not yours

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