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Walls
They started snow white
And now colored blue in my melancholia,
And your wine splashed onto them
So they must be drunk on you too.
And they say the concrete has ears,
But you're not listening to me
So I tell myself...
And now colored blue in my melancholia,
And your wine splashed onto them
So they must be drunk on you too.
And they say the concrete has ears,
But you're not listening to me
So I tell myself...
