But that would change the context;
And you wouldn't want that would you?
What if i feigned the pretext?
And indexed it all black and blue
Dye Corduroy - Change the Context
You danced with fireflies in the cool of your summer breeze; As I lay shivering in the snow of your mind-freeze; You jumped the orbits from a bitter lie to a better life; As I just hovered under the shadows of your satellite
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