Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I'm covered in the colors pulled apart at the seams
And its blue
And its blue
Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he's so devoid of color he don't know what it means
And he's blue
And he's blue
Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I'm covered in the colors pulled apart at the seams
And its blue
And its blue
Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he's so devoid of color he don't know what it means
And he's blue
And he's blue
Everything is blue

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