Color Blind
I have a friend
He won't talk to me
And he's drinking his way to
Oblivion
We used to play
Ensembles fit for aliens
Now we're curling
Up in balls
Dreaming landscapes
Bleeding time
We're all in prisms
Color blind
And he's drinking his way to
Oblivion
We used to play
Ensembles fit for aliens
Now we're curling
Up in balls
Dreaming landscapes
Bleeding time
We're all in prisms
Color blind
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