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It's always cold Or is it just me Even God could not hold This flood in my sea Now what colors will I bleed? Indigo Away from me into the cruel Humbling breeze I don't bundle I just freeze They crawl at me sometimes Agatha comes to me but I'm fine I don't believe In those things Anymore Moving through the avenue Sirens guide the way Burning hands in freezing rains Turns the stains away Indigo Indigo Away Lazily the thunder purrs As i run away Wonder how my color shows When the whole world is gray Indigo Indigo Away
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC
Indigo Away (Agatha)
It's always cold Or is it just me Even God could not hold This flood in my sea Now what colors will I bleed? Indigo Away from me into the cruel Humbling breeze I don't bundle I just freeze They crawl at me sometimes Agatha comes to me but I'm fine I don't believe In those things Anymore Moving through the avenue Sirens guide the way Burning hands in freezing rains Turns the stains away Indigo Indigo Away Lazily the thunder purrs As i run away Wonder how my color shows When the whole world is gray Indigo Indigo Away
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC
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