Lyrics poor me - A COLORS ENCORE - Jonah Yano
The
fire
Is
led
by
the
ember
Up
wind
Up
wind
Scolded
by
November
Porous
is
my
frail
skin
Stone-ground
coriander
Reminds
me
that
you′re
The
only
thing
I'll
ever
need,
well
Until
the
day
comes
Poor
me
Poor
you
An
arson
An
umbrella
Poor
me
Poor
you
You′re
the
person
I
Owe
everything
to
The
oak
Is
swung
by
the
wind
Is
above
the
debris
The
low
rise
and
the
sea
It's
a
tide
to
the
knee
A
coal
fire
and
a
seat
I'm
homebound
but
I′m
weak
I′m
so
loud
but
I'm
weak
I′m
so
loud
but
I'm
weak
Poor
me
Poor
you
An
arson
An
umbrella
Poor
me
Poor
you
You′re
the
person
I
Owe
everything
to
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