I've got these radical friends
Broken lips, rainbow violence
Pink clouds on a razor mountain
We're running through a city of head wounds, holding hands
Night frowns in the city of head wounds, so take my hand
Load up your love
Radical friends!
They're my pink clouds on a razor mountaintop

Lyrics submitted by coffee eyes, edited by sokorny

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