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 Grey
I think your hair's on fire
Please take care of that
The stone isnt black
Does 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
Does 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 place
I feel the city breathing
We are all her seeds
-or-
Blast holes in the night
I feel the city breathing
Till she bled sunshine
I 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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