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Purple Lights
Purple lights, I'm such a masochist
Cut off everything and everyone
And leaving my stuff to drown
I dig a hole to bury the dumb shit I do
It's not a race, but you're so far ahead
What's the point in chasing you?
What's the point in changing you?
The letters mix, so find me a way
Just don't turn off the purple lights
And if you already know I can't sleep
Then please don't ask me to dream away
I kinda like, my pictures warm toned
What's the point in turning black?
What's the point in writing blood?
Cut off everything and everyone
And leaving my stuff to drown
I dig a hole to bury the dumb shit I do
It's not a race, but you're so far ahead
What's the point in chasing you?
What's the point in changing you?
The letters mix, so find me a way
Just don't turn off the purple lights
And if you already know I can't sleep
Then please don't ask me to dream away
I kinda like, my pictures warm toned
What's the point in turning black?
What's the point in writing blood?
Published 31st Oct 2013
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