Laulunsanoja:
True Colors Against The Wall

We built this wall We built this brick We built this foundation - So fuckin' strong Dust is falling - Storm is coming Darkness rising - Pushing us against the wall

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thing to do is to yourself be true 'Cause a head thats in the clouds wont see the stars When I was young I never walked away I'd nail my colors to the wall

definitely ain't the wack I got a Lincoln' continental and a sunroof Cadillac So after school, I take a dip in the pool Which really is on the wall I got a color

Come enter into this mind of plot-thickened hopes With stained photographs lying against cold walls And these broken chairs enter into reality Of deadly

an old house with stories of its own Takes me back to days gone by The colors have faded and the steps are made of stone An aging friend against the

streets The barns are stormed The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & save us W/ the divine mockery of words Music inflames temperament (When the true

will put me in my place And there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds But seldom do these words ring true when I'm constantly failing you Like walls

'round again Madeline, here we go 'round again Madeline, here we go 'round again Oh, my Madeline ---------------------------------------------------------------------------