Blue Everyday Blue Everyday Blue Everyday Bruised from another place Everyday Takes grace And the air's still warm From a bullet in the wrong place You're still moving I'm still wounded From the speed Never leave so free Free I still stare From the glare From the glare Of the last stare Bruised from another place Everything Takes grace And the air's still warm...
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