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keep having this strange dream of you
don’t know what it means, played it through
everything gone that I knew
I was so bare there and true
Paint me the colour of you
I could be raw red or blue
I could be violet too
I could be anything new
Colour me you
keep walking these same streets with you
everything gone that we knew
every flower that grew
now baby in full bright and bloom
growing in every room
every colour we drew
in lead lights
the golden sun through
I could be anything
In the lead light
baby, it's true
I caught a glimpse of you
In the half light and gold
Colour me, turn into
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I’ll stay like this
I know I’m your mistake
I breathe I make you wake
I don’t wanna let it in
I lose it all
I breathe I make you wait
Fade away
Fade away, I see every
Fade away
Fade away, I see every
See love, See love
Stay like this
See love, See love
Stay like this
I don’t wanna let this in
I don’t wanna lose again
I don’t wanna let it in
I don’t wanna let this in
I don’t wanna lose again
I don’t wanna let it in
Stay like this
Stay
Stay like this
Stay
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Floating,
Fading,
Feeling,
Giving me something,
To believe in
And I look for you look at everyone in this room,
And if you were right here at my fingertips what would I do,
Where are you,
Where are you now,
Where are you,
My hearts been reaching (out)
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Slow, Slowed, Slowly
02:11
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That’s a cold case
Cold shoulders
Since the cold
Came
In the winter
We distance
They know
know aim
Turn it up a lil slow gain
Through the lows
When the po came
Couldn’t love em
When they throw shade
See the throws
Make em rouge mane
Hairs on back
Stand on own
Dreams frade
stepping
back
Keeping tabs
We jus crabs
Trynna see a crack
Take a crack at it
Fell away
From my bad habits
do mad damage
You got sore pockets
i got bandages
We got shortcomings
But we handled
Them
Real nigga
No mannequin
Nautica challenge
With the happenings
Rough tides
But don’t see challenge
See the signs
They traffic
You got ways
of control
Feel the weight
Of it all
You got ways
Of control
They sell out
They all bout the dosh
We stay with the heat
Like bosh
They flock
But they flops
Going to the top
top
In soft top
Hard headed
Mumma said
Be a rock rock
Need me some roc’s
Sippin diddy Cirocs
They jumping
On trends
Seen man in some crocs
Your mans
Not bro
They dogs
My pack good
Pack too strong
Say it with my chest
Like bong
Swansong
No Hills
But
She call me on the weekend
Got bills
But i’m ballin for the evening
you got pride
Pride be deceiving
Jay z encore
After the show
Im leaving
After the show
We leaving
You got time I need it
You got ways
You of control
Feel the weight
Of it all
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Litche Newcastle, Australia
Litche is a music project by Sam Litchfield. Experimental electronic music to tell stories.
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