In deep, blue seas of paper maché...
The sun sets on another day, I wonder what's changing...
It's alright, I still miss you...and how I felt...
Come explore with me,
The princess in her flowerbed,
Pulled the jungle underground,
Where cherry bombs stain the blackbird's red,
And explosions never make a sound.
Pulled the jungle underground,
Where cherry bombs stain the blackbird's red,
And explosions never make a sound.
And fly...
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