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Teleport me away from the colourless baby,
I donât think that I belong amoung these soldiers baby
Let me paint this town,
Iâm sick of sitting down
Let me draw you my imagination,
Then you can spray me with congratulations
Your tone is making me fell sleepy,
And your style doesnât really interest me
Iâd rather have conversations with the sun then stay here,
But you make it your profession to lock up my ambitions dear
Donât even try to hold me back,
Iâd like to tear apart your contract
You ask me what will I be doing now,
Reclining on my cloud,
Iâm sure thatâs what Iâll do
And maybe ride a caterpillar,
As if it were a rollercoaster,
Then devote myself to a brew
Donât you dare stop me plotting all my dreams,
Or Iâll sucker-punch your esteem
Then theyâll sprinkle me with congratulations,
Exit the door, carry on our conversation
I canât wait to meet you there,
Saying goodbye and I donât even care