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Everything is blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans. And now I'm covered in the colors Pull apart at the seams. And it's blue. Everything is grey, his hair, his smoke, his dreams. And now he's so devoid of color, he don't know what it means. and it's blue
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
Colors for the Colorblind
Everything is blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans. And now I'm covered in the colors Pull apart at the seams. And it's blue. Everything is grey, his hair, his smoke, his dreams. And now he's so devoid of color, he don't know what it means. and it's blue
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
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