I see four colours On the backs of scientists And a peacemakers hand outstretched Towards the trigger Of a killshot in reverse I dont need another universe Im yours You know she never could have hid From her own Janus head She was trapped within the grid But I can see the figure eight And the question That becomes exclaimed and marked I dont need to tear my loves apart To find the source Of what makes them lovable I dont need another world Im yours You know he always could predict The murder that you did You put a black hole in his head But I can see the figure eight Know I am at war I need room to breathe within your perfect structure Theres blood in the gutters for sure Tell me you saw, what I just saw Which was a peace sign With its lines split up by Time And the gunshot gave him his third eye Chasing the rainbow And its colours each in turn I dont need another earth Im yours Caged like the doves you kept I am turquoise in my death Spiral Dynamics But I can see the figure eight Know I am at war I need room to breathe within your perfect structure Theres blood in the gutters for sure Tell me you saw, what I just saw That youre a confident dresser Confident dresser You always get your way I never get my way You separate too much The strands get lonely Confident dresser, confident dresser I am a poor boy Smiling through the bad Hiding behind a domino mask Reading comics To make sense of my hurt I dont need another father Im yours I cant take back what I did So I should die instead Give me an issue I havent read And I will find the figure eight Ill find the figure eight Theres blood in the gutters for sure Tell me you saw What I just saw I saw the figure eight I saw
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