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Emily Wells - Becomes the Color
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I became the color
I become the daughter and the son
When the feast is over
Welcome to another one
Lay my body down down
Down upon the water
Wrapped up in the clothes of my mother and my father
O this is longing
I want to be complete
I was waiting round in a little jump seat
I had a hunger
A mouthful of interludes
You'll do anything just to get rescued
I had longing
Isn't that the key
Take take taste taste sweet
They said I'd gone south
I'd gone asunder
They don't know hunger or what I been under
They were all laughing
Thought i was debris
I was just free
We were ready to behave
But there's no freedom
Without no cage
Whatever you think you've become
Don't worry bout it dear it's where you come from.
O no no, save me from my misery
There's no such, thing as living comfortably
There's no such, thing as going home
I'm not formed of myself alone
All the other others they'll just fade to black
When you think you have me's when i don't look back
Keep on laughing, callin' after me
Keep on laughin', I'm just free
We were ready to behave
But there's no freedom
Without no cage
Whatever you think you've become
Don't worry bout it dear it's where you come from.
I become the daughter and the son
When the feast is over
Welcome to another one
Lay my body down down
Down upon the water
Wrapped up in the clothes of my mother and my father
O this is longing
I want to be complete
I was waiting round in a little jump seat
I had a hunger
A mouthful of interludes
You'll do anything just to get rescued
I had longing
Isn't that the key
Take take taste taste sweet
They said I'd gone south
I'd gone asunder
They don't know hunger or what I been under
They were all laughing
Thought i was debris
I was just free
We were ready to behave
But there's no freedom
Without no cage
Whatever you think you've become
Don't worry bout it dear it's where you come from.
O no no, save me from my misery
There's no such, thing as living comfortably
There's no such, thing as going home
I'm not formed of myself alone
All the other others they'll just fade to black
When you think you have me's when i don't look back
Keep on laughing, callin' after me
Keep on laughin', I'm just free
We were ready to behave
But there's no freedom
Without no cage
Whatever you think you've become
Don't worry bout it dear it's where you come from.
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