Sing

I’m worried about it going black you see

Turning this ultralight beam into a scream

Colors fading to gray

And you just take off one day

Last to know

Last to know

Hats off to the smoky glass

Plastic bags

Tumbling through alley’s pass

Smiles come and go

Then they’re picked up some day

Milling about the floor

Put on some way

Put on today

Turning this ultralight beam to a scream

And just take off one

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