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I'll let the seat fold back all the way down Tracing the rain like rivers with my finger On the window in this warm room All is indigo, all is all blue I am a bird of passage now Don't let the dead wind catch me now All blue All blue All that happened Had to happen All blue When the healing is refused The plan suits the wound The sum from looped Behavior Oh, how have I been bruised Tryna leave a mark The sum of a false Cradle All blue All blue All that happened Had to happen All blue From Letras Mania