Turning things over.

Flip me out. Turn me over.

Cry out about it all

And tripping over old rainbows

Send me reeling into a future.

Slam the doors and tickle footing.

Giggle away the years.

Stop the thinking clock.

Cry out about it all.

Cry out about it all.

White out. Black out.

Its all the same to me.

Give me a coma, I deserve to be freed.

It looks like rain from here,

Cry out about it all,

It looks like rain I fear,

Help me to laugh

As I fall.

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