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Grey Turning, Gold Turning Light - text

The gears inside me grind
To a rhythm that makes these sparks fly in my mind
I make myself beautiful with an absence of complexion
Cynical with hopes and dreams
My white flag is raised and in this scheme
I see the start to a new direction.'

Though failure is fleeting
Now the atmosphere's retreating

Come on baby dive right in
Lets sin with a little skin on skin
Oh i've been knocking all night
But you still won't let me in
Come on baby dive right in
Lets sin with a little skin on skin
Ill make you finish first
And then i'll add your ego in

They scarcely corragate the surface
with a wind of accidental burden
We all wear lips that are cold bruised
overused in tales of racy pasquinade

The wind might catch me
Capture and dispatch me

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