| Lyrics |
It's not cold enough
Please put his side up
She is moon gray
Can we show our faces now
I'm not in a string
She's not turning gray
Simple as it seems
Can we show our faces now
Endless climb
I am blind
What can I hear
Call a lie
Speaking a phrase
Instantly grown
I am blind
Waiting in line
{again, substituting ’why am I sure' as the last line
}
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