Ba-da, bi-dum, sha-rai Mm—ah, ta-ka, doo La-di, la-di, hm— Brass-colored morning on my tongue Ki-ra, ki-ra, turning loose A paper crown comes undone Ooh—ya, da-ra, wait Thin as a thread, then wide awake Ha-rai, ha-rai, pull me through I lose the shape I gave to you Ba-ba-da, ba-ba-dai Carry me over, carry me high Doo-ra-ree, sha-ba-shine Your crooked rhythm locks into mine Ba-ba-da, ba-ba-dai Open the door, let the colors fly Ra-ka-ta, roo-ra-roo I become something new with you Ti-ka, ti-ka, silver rain A sugar knife inside the vein Mm-ba, mm-ba, count to four Then kick the hinges from the door Ah—ya, da-ra, wait Soft little spark, then detonate Ooh-rai, ooh-rai, no retreat A wild new language in my teeth Ba-ba-da, ba-ba-dai Carry me over, carry me high Doo-ra-ree, sha-ba-shine Your crooked rhythm locks into mine Ba-ba-da, ba-ba-dai Open the door, let the colors fly Ra-ka-ta, roo-ra-roo I become something new with you Hush now—mm—ah— Kri-ya, kri-ya, breathe it in Then rise—ha! Sha-ka-da-da, let it begin Ba-ba-da, ba-ba-dai Carry me over, carry me high Doo-ra-ree, sha-ba-shine Your crooked rhythm locks into mine Ba-ba-da, ba-ba-dai Open the door, let the colors fly Ra-ka-ta, roo-ra-roo I become something new with you Doo-ra, doo-ra, fade from view Ba-da, bi-dum—back to blue
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