Blue… everyday
Blue… everyday
Blue… everyday
Blue…
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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