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They say the ghost Where dreams go to die But we won't die alone So wipe the tears from your eyes And let's go I'll pull the blue from the sky Let's die colorful All [?] let's glow Like a bright red switchblade knife buried in my skull Got some bad frequencies buried in my skull Like a bright red switchblade knife, it's never dull Like a bright red switchblade knife buried in my skull I've got some bad frequencies buried in my sull I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull Like a bright red switchblade knife that's never dull Like a bright red switchblade knife buried in my skull I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull Yeah, I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull From Letras Mania