Flies

Flies all over my body
When they should be flying to the sun
This sensation is funny to me
I can fill them softly creeping

They are attracted to the light
They are attracted to bright colours
All over my yellow T-shirt
This sensation is simple

It all comes to pose
It all comes to pose
It all comes to pose
It all comes to pose



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Dartnall, Henry Dartnall, Oliver Askew
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