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Its gone from Light to grey, gonna move those clouds away, letting the sun shine through in this Ode to you. Let the demons have their place, its so its angels you'll create and disguised within the dark, i will wait; my heart, my ode, you're my soul.
Will you please accept, please accept, this ode? This is all for you, transcend.
We flip towards the sun, wheels skidding on the road, a flowing sea of red; the whole city grows. My heart, my ode, you're my soul.
Will you please accept, please accept, this ode? This is all for you, transcend.
Will you please accept, please accept, this ode? This is all for you, transcend.
Fiasco
Rubberneck, passing motorist mangled to the cancerous, repair this tattered skin, hold it in your hand. You've already gliscened through the window you've already set her soul free, free, free.
Please accept, please accept, this ode? This is all for you, transcend.
Will you please accept, please accept, this ode? This is all for you, transcend.
Fiasco
Will you please accept, please accept, this ode? This is all for you, transcend.
We flip towards the sun, wheels skidding on the road, a flowing sea of red; the whole city grows. My heart, my ode, you're my soul.
Will you please accept, please accept, this ode? This is all for you, transcend.
Will you please accept, please accept, this ode? This is all for you, transcend.
Fiasco
Rubberneck, passing motorist mangled to the cancerous, repair this tattered skin, hold it in your hand. You've already gliscened through the window you've already set her soul free, free, free.
Please accept, please accept, this ode? This is all for you, transcend.
Will you please accept, please accept, this ode? This is all for you, transcend.
Fiasco