It's Biological
Mr centered he see me
hum is extra red
situated into your hand
yeah sustained this grieving
weighs on my chest
Sometimes I'm still with water, so I'm a little tired
I'm tired
I watch them die
I can't define a purpose, no hands, head, dress
Islands, cobwebs forming
Blue eyes through the vapors
Some strange trembling air
Can sleep by a dream of houses in the sky
In the sky
I watch them die
Sometimes I'm full of ways
But my own words will be the answer
I use it slowly
Just keep this temperature
But she's so limited
I wish this static sound
Would turn the distance
Sometimes I'm full of ways
But my own words will be the answer
I use it slowly
Just keep this temperature
But she's so limited
I wish this static sound
Time looks for a say
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