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How can I change the
The color of this
Why can't this channel
A afternoon?

I feel the fray of every
To cross your lips that no better
Disarray,

I my story straight
But all the others
From to strange
To at the end

I move along a swaying
talking drums, a perfect choir
To my disarray, disarray,

Each word I said
Returns a finer
To the thought balloon
Of every I've laid

I know the switch but the station
I love you with all due
And disarray, disarray,