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You are black and white and I'm gray all over, and you Are the fight and now I'm red all overYou are the night when the air get colder the bats will die, swoop right through this townThey'll knock you downThey'll knock you down to the groundYou are the kite in the light I'm the string holderI'll pull you downI'll pull you down to the groundI'll hold you downI'll hold you down to the groundChildish words were god alright, even when we get olderThese childish words were god alrightNow that we are older From Letras Mania