Mister, with the silver tongue
Put down your guns
Shut your mouth
Hand it to the quiet one
'Cause his fire
Was taken by the flames
And his beauty
Was taken by the rain
The sky was only setting red
For all you knew
But you were false
And he was just without the blue
'Cause his fire
Was taken by the flames
And his beauty
Was taken by the reigns
Oh, oh, oh
He was indigo
Without the blue
He was indigo
Without the blue
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