Tulpa & BLANKTS - Blueblack

Feeling woozy in my-
Hit three strikes I'm going home
Call mom dad all on the-

Feeling woozy in my bones
Hit three strikes, I'm going home
Call mom, dad all on the phone
Bad boys do it all for show

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I am gone
Land of the free but I feel like a star
Put the light on in my face
What do you see in a better place, ouhh-yah

Feeling woozy in my bones
Hit three strikes I'm going home
Call mom dad all on the phone
Bad boys do it all for show

Real big heart but an ugly soul
Viens all numb with my dumb rapport
Tripping has me on the floor
Losing sense of all control, all control, all control

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Closets, with the monsters
Do not scare me, 'cause I’m empty
Closets, with the monsters
Do not scare me, I’m empty
And cups all in my room with
All the things that make me fade

When I go to bed I think of all the things I dread
And blueblack sits in my head
Close these weary eyes for minutes at a time
Wish I had connected all the lines
Drew my story old
When paper doesn’t burn
When stories remember lores
They told me I wasn’t yours

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