Your colours will show
A fine line and a bitten tongue
To grow up you must die young
Black eyes fed by distant lies
We won't give up for you
Till the passion flower breaks
Our hearts are worn and our minds decay
A fever worse than yesterday
We won't give up for you
It's something we believe
Believe that we won't fall
Some how I have to know that I can do this on my own
If poets lost their voice
The dead will never sleep
The circles is my head draw a line straight back to me
After the calm before the storm
How many times "we won't conform"
You thought about killing the distance
But did you think you'd make any difference?
It's something we believe
Believe that we won't fall
Some how I have to know that I can do this on my own
If poets lost their voice
The dead will never sleep
The circles is my head draw a line straight back to me
A fine line and a bitten tongue
To grow up you must die young
Black eyes fed by distant lies
We won't give up for you
Till the passion flower breaks
Our hearts are worn and our minds decay
A fever worse than yesterday
We won't give up for you
It's something we believe
Believe that we won't fall
Some how I have to know that I can do this on my own
If poets lost their voice
The dead will never sleep
The circles is my head draw a line straight back to me
After the calm before the storm
How many times "we won't conform"
You thought about killing the distance
But did you think you'd make any difference?
It's something we believe
Believe that we won't fall
Some how I have to know that I can do this on my own
If poets lost their voice
The dead will never sleep
The circles is my head draw a line straight back to me
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