I'm tired
of tending to this fire
wash you out with water
when neon gravestones try to call
I find a way to block it, I go la la la
be the light oh, Halazia,
that green light, I want it,
just like the seed, I don't know where to go
please carry me, carry me home
to the top of the city
scream if your with me
let it all out now
it's midnight at christmas
we rising up now
so catch me in the air
holy 'til you let me go
we're going to go where everybody knows
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This is a poem made of lyrics from many songs. Did you recognize any? ;)