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We understand our situations while their concrete What if they melted into liquid in this blistering heat We understand our set locations as their conceived What if they dispersed in the ether when we couldn't see In the entropy Yellow London Stock Through the brickwork superposition is lost Yellow London Stock Through the brickwork we move our way through the dark We deciduously be Seasonally feed cycles kept in routines Atrophy got my feet drawn short can't breathe Tides coming in at speed high peaks knees deep I know i'm hung up on my tether Sonically stressed need to fester less I know i'm hung up on my tether Sonically stressed need to fester less I know i'm hung up on my tether Sonically stressed need to fester less I know i'm hung up on my tether Yellow London Stock Through the brickwork superposition is lost Yellow London Stock Through the brickwork we move our way through the dark You could be my painter We could be creators We could build our outside Cancel out the dark sides You could be my painter We could be creators They don't have to answer They don't have the answers Yeah Yeah You could be my painter We could be creators
Writer(s): Harvey George Causon, Gabriel Emanuel Gifford, Benjamin Peter Toon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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