saturday afternoons i lay on the floor
we could see the world in black and white
red and blue too because
blood is red and the sky is blue
some lucky ones have thoughts
thoughts make us alive
thoughts make me wanna stop the world
take my suitcase away
'cause I don't really mind
all the words that never fade
she's not having a nice time in her head
at the end, everything is blue (the blood inside our veins)
at the end, everything is red (the sky at the end of all our days)
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