He ALWAYS beats me at chess
I hate him so hard
Excuse me Miss Grey
I think your hair's on fire
Please take care of that
I hate him so hard
Excuse me Miss GreyI think your hair's on fire
Please take care of that
The stone isnt blackDoes it still look black to you?
They washed it all off
-or-
The church isnt black
Do you remember yourself?
They washed off our past
I can feel this placeI feel the city breathing
We are all her seeds
-or-
Blast holes in the night
I feel the city breathing
Till she bled sunshine
The day ill never forget
Everything just spun
Everything just spun
Yes, I am great Champion
Yes, I just want soup
Yes, I just want soup
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