Aleka's Attic - Too Many Colors | Текст песни

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My closet is all i have for secrets
I lived once before,
it looked just like mom's painting
Dad made me play ball
I lost my real reason
I was scared, it's taste was sweet
There were too many colors

Wake up some more
Should you all get used to many other colors
Wake up some more and you'll get used to other colors

Somehow we get strapped into unlikely straight jackets
Top tailors
Pay all
We'll say how well they suit you
They sold you bad credit
Stressed brainless, you can't budget
Sleeping ills and black/white dreams
Inside it seems like treason

Wake up some more
Should you all get used to many other colors
Wake up some more
Should you all get used to many other colors

This world is colored in by your own hearts
It could be a melting pot for some kids crayons
This world has more than i want to choose from
There's too many colors
Our mix strong
They're now colorless i have found

Human method
One stab more than any advert could offer
Turn of glaith, of her self-induced revision
Wash your face
Look, mirror the strain on a color of your
Eyes can show you
Are they bight red or white?
Don't just close
Those shudders don't just pull off those covers

Wake up some more
Should you all get used to many other colors
Wake up some more
Should you all get used to many other colors
Waking, it's time that you all get used to other colors
Waking, it's time that you all get used to other colors

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