Mixed up in colours, we watch them unfold
This late night devotion has taken it's toll
So be my deletion, be my mistake
And show no emotion as I walk away
Such an explosion devoted to me
There's nothing left of me
There's nothing left of me
So be my deletion, be my mistake
Like fireworks in a hurricane
It cost me a friend to cut out my tongue
You were allowed to slip through the sides
Such an explosion devoted to me
There's nothing left of me
There's nothing left of me
So be my deletion, be my mistake
Like fireworks in a hurricane
There's nothing left of me
So be my deletion, be my mistake
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