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Message
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Air!
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Colors
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[Verse 1]
You seem alone,
In forgotten lights,
Dressed in a suit,
In a pool of white,
Drifting a-way, way
Staring at the sun,
So far away,
Drying your garb,
In a pool of white,
Drifting no-where, where
[Chorus]
Flames born for blinding lights,
Climbing up to glowing heights,
Whoa, whoa, whoa-h.
Look, trace that silver line,
Relax now, you can see the shrine,
Whoa, whoa, whoa-h
[Verse 2]
No one to talk,
No one to see,
Shouting in silence,
In a tongue-tied rift,
Drifting a-way, way
An endless road,
A senseless mind,
Is that really you
A piece of metal
You have the cards
[Verse 3]
Echoing sounds,
Falling all around,
A million pieces,
Your singing rain,
Your dancing rain
Remember that,
Your film engraved,
Fax me in color,
And it’s the reset
For the somewhere
[Chorus]
Flames born for blinding lights,
Climbing up to glowing heights
Whoa, whoa, whoa-h.
Look, trace that silver line,
Relax now, you can see the shrine,
Whoa, whoa, whoa-h
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From The Airport Republic of Korea
Hard rock guitarist and film composer MILO + Club dj/producer ZEE = FROM THE AIRPORT
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