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As I shift through the valley of this coming storm
I will meet with a friend and we will sadly mourn
The passing of the day that was ripped and torn
We smiled at each other while the moon was born
I took a step forward then I dreamed again
Of a warm summer night that meant more to them
Blinded by the sound of a large depression
I tried to tell her it wasn't her I hated but him

I said I wanted to color you
I said I wanted to color you

You only hear what you wanna hear and
You only see what you wanna see and
I'm sick of all the shit you pull
I'm sick of all the shit you pull
I'm sick of all the shit you pull
I only feel what I wanna feel
I only feel what I wanna feel
I only feel what I wanna feel

I saw that a lot of your antennas were long
I still can't sleep at night with this buzzing song
I can't touch your face and think that I was wrong
The ocean still swims in the tide that we're on
Flying means nothing unless you're running fast
You can't look over your shoulder and remember the past
Running up your arm it broke with a smash
We play dumb through the hatred of the morning crash

The mourning crash

You only hear what you wanna hear and
You only see what you wanna see and
I'm sick of all the shit you pull
I'm sick of all the shit you pull
I'm sick of all the shit you pull
I only feel what I wanna feel
I only feel what I wanna feel
I only feel what I wanna feel

Bit my lip in disgust
And you like hate
Bit my lip in disgust
And you like hate
Bit my lip in disgust
And you like hate
Bit my lip in disgust
And you like hate
Bit my lip in disgust
And you like hate
Bit my lip in disgust
And you like hate
Bit my lip in disgust
And you like hate
Bit my lip in disgust
And you like hate

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