🤍 Lyrics: 🖤 [Verse 1] Feeling ugly, looking pretty Yellow ribbons, black graffiti Word is written, bond is broken No big secret left unspoken Sun is painted in the corner But it's never getting warmer All the lies they keep on selling But you never check the spelling [Chorus] Flying bullets hit the targets Wings and halos, five to seven In this white robe, through the darkness Para-gliding back to heaven Flying bullets hit the targets Wings and halos, five to seven In this white robe, through the darkness Para-gliding back to heaven [Verse 2] Time is running we are sitting Back together, just for splitting You are crying in the corner Always next and never former Open up and let me hear it Former body, future spirit Brain is useless, chair is rocking Open doors for dead man walking [Chorus] Flying bullets hit the targets Wings and halos, five to seven In this white robe, through the darkness Para-gliding back to heaven Flying bullets hit the targets Wings and halos, five to seven In this white robe, through the darkness Para-gliding back to heaven
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🤍 Lyrics: 🖤
[Verse 1]
Feeling ugly, looking pretty
Yellow ribbons, black graffiti
Word is written, bond is broken
No big secret left unspoken
Sun is painted in the corner
But it's never getting warmer
All the lies they keep on selling
But you never check the spelling
[Chorus]
Flying bullets hit the targets
Wings and halos, five to seven
In this white robe, through the darkness
Para-gliding back to heaven
Flying bullets hit the targets
Wings and halos, five to seven
In this white robe, through the darkness
Para-gliding back to heaven
[Verse 2]
Time is running we are sitting
Back together, just for splitting
You are crying in the corner
Always next and never former
Open up and let me hear it
Former body, future spirit
Brain is useless, chair is rocking
Open doors for dead man walking
[Chorus]
Flying bullets hit the targets
Wings and halos, five to seven
In this white robe, through the darkness
Para-gliding back to heaven
Flying bullets hit the targets
Wings and halos, five to seven
In this white robe, through the darkness
Para-gliding back to heaven