Red T-Shirt Songtext
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My red T-shirt is not that red anymore
It wasn't chlorine but the sunlight
I'm not eighteen and shutting the door
Quietly I try to crawl and hide
This blossom isn't right anymore
At least doesn't seem to be from my window
The garden that I made and adored
I'm admiring over my right elbow
It wasn't chlorine but the sunlight
I'm not eighteen and shutting the door
Quietly I try to crawl and hide
This blossom isn't right anymore
At least doesn't seem to be from my window
The garden that I made and adored
I'm admiring over my right elbow
My hand supports my thoughts
And the chin points forward
But is anatomic, not blaming
And I wrote on the clouded glass
My imagination in words
A beam of light shows the feeling
And the chin points forward
But is anatomic, not blaming
And I wrote on the clouded glass
My imagination in words
A beam of light shows the feeling
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