Bluenoir

Now hold on, let's just get one thing straight
The pheromones weren't the same
Just a number without a name
Fake angel Trumpets
On sale devil Trombones
The faults that we own
Unforgiving truth to unfold

But now i refuse to let this become yours
what my headphones are for
you've got to burn bridges, close all doors

Find your out
It's over, you're over
You're Breaking down
Another year older
Have to change somehow
Need change but how
It's too late, It's over now

Hybrid born unfortunate son
Waking up Dreaming of dying young
How many bridges have we burned yet
Caught up, imprisoned in our regrets
And again, this year is just like the last
Kill the ego, forget your past
Can't explain how wrong this has all become
Sleepless nights, mourning Oblivion

And I know
One day i'd have to see you go
This bluenoir's not much of a show



Credits
Writer(s): Nico Madia
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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