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Written and Produced by Hamza Beg
Mastered by Knockout Knob
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I can tell that you been looking for some colour
These days are way too slow
I pulled my body out from underneath the covers Just to say, just to say
I can tell that you're aching for another
Another way to get a little closer
To the speaking without a st-stutter
Just to say, just to say
What's a smile but a line in the dirt
That we overcome and understand without certainty, certainly I've been thinking on the ground
How it eats us up without scuffle or sound
Been mucking around, been lucking out,
shutting blinds and been ducking down,
subtler lines have never been written,
ever green winters,
emanate instinct,
erudite wishlist,
animate lip-sync,
celebrate this thing
the days get warmer,
cold-calling to the strangers on the street asking them to comprehend the devilish feat,
I made it outta bed, made it out the wardrobe thoughts of our morse code,
chatting in the poor cold,
gimme strength from the times shared and lines I prepared my synapse flares,
memories are mystical,
memories are God's way of speaking in half-thought ridicules,
last week's ritual of sleeping in the day seems a little more samey a little less healthy,
the touch of a day dream doesn't match your lips sitting lazy building nests from my cheek bone shavings,
birds on smile, flight to plain-sailing
I can tell that you been looking for some colour
These days are way too slow
I pulled my body out from underneath the covers Just to say, just to say
I can tell that you're aching for another
Another way to get a little closer
To the speaking without a st-stutter
Just to say, just to say
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