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letra de colours. - triple one

[obi]
chemicals in that medical
never knew i should’ve left for you
guess its cool i need get it through
guess i caught you awful mood
not my fault i didn’t talk it through
all just messed up, its all just news
we lay straight down with twisted views
rapid eye talked our silent truth
rather bang 2 heads with the skulls in the pan
rather bang 2 heads with the mighty dam
might be he saw that a’ slight of hand
then knocked his jaw silly with a fist full of can
head face first hear the concrete slam
out came is blood like a broken dam
drunk old hitting to a bootleg jam
left my dreams in box made of sand

[chorus: phantom]

all i see are these colours
we walk with distant others
but really what is it all to me
someone help me i’m drowning
these places all surrounding
but you where never looking me

[marty large]
punk telling me to relax
got a p-ssport and a hand full of cash
pack a dunhill and the clothes on my back
might fly away and then never come back
go to a place were i’d never been seen
were i don’t have a name and don’t have a dream
there are no brand names and the air is’so clean
forget about life, forget what i’ve been

[obi]
cause what i’ve been making is feeling like it
wind through the creek got it seeping right in
broken 2 spines but still jump in the end
deeper i get with the harder my head
open my eyes you can see it right here
face to my back like you stabbed in the mist
hating the fact that you been hating the year
we just lay back to get swallowed by fear

[marty large]
by fear, from the top to the bottom
and they don’t do jack sittin back still watchen
so we gotta move quick no breaks no stoppen
finna look down sharp at the m-ss all rotten
run away far away from the modern
turn back see black and i’m lookin at sodom
seeing arm, leg heads fallen of with the choppen
when the smoke clears up i’ll be there still boppin

[bridge: phantom]

cause all i see, is all i know
and all i know… is

[chorus]

all i see are these colours
we walk with distant others
but really what is it all to me
someone help me i’m drowning
these places all surrounding
but you where never looking me

[marty large]
still, still they sit on the fence
eyes locked with the venomous stair
still, still they sit on the fence
get caught with the pen in my hand

- triple one

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