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    My mind is a colour to get out my mouth
    My tongue is a pill that i can't spit out

    Make no bones, about it
    We're older now, than i like to admit

    My midnight image casts no shadow
    An overturned city as our grass will grow

    Make no bones, about it
    We're older now, than i like to admit

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    Suppose it's the right time
    Suppose it's the right time
    Suppose it's the right time
    Suppose it's the right time

    Suppose it's the right time
    Suppose it's the right time
    Suppose it's the right time
    Suppose it's the right time

    Each steps on a snake fills my lungs
    Hallow suit by slip of the tongue
    No bones no turning back i
    She knows me better than i
    No blots no semen it's energy wasted

    Make no bones, about it
    We're older now, than i like to admit

    Suppose it's the right time
    Suppose it's the right time
    Suppose it's the right time
    Suppose it's the right time...

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    Composition: Christopher Keating and Anand Wilder

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