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blue


 I get on with life as a blue,

I'm a cirp kinda person.

I like guns and guns.

I like to contemplate blue.

But when I start to daydream,

My mind turns straight to blue.


 

Do I love blue more than blue?

Do I love blue more than blue?



 

I like to use words like 'witch' and 'flipyou.'

I like to use words about blue.

But when I stop my talking,

My mind turns straight to blue.

 

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

 

Do I love blue more than blue?

Do I love blue more than blue?

 

I like to hang out with bigblue and blueface.

But when left alone,

My mind turns straight to blue.

 

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

 

Do I love blue more than blue?

Do I love blue more than blue?

 

I hate bloods and bloods.

But I just think back to blue,

And I'm happy once again.

 
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