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Nero Dubb
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Yellow room, lights dim, silence loud in my head, Tryna leave, but I sink deeper into the thread. Every wall knows my name, every floor holds the weight, Am I stuck? Am I free? Or just caught in the space? (Verse 2) Time moves slow, like it’s frozen in paint, Colors on the ceiling start to drip in a haze. Is it real? Is it dream? I can’t tell, I can’t place, Every step that I take keeps me stuck in the same. Windows show the past, but the glass won’t break, Reflections of a life that I never did make. Turn the handle on the door, but the lock won’t shake, Guess I’m livin’ in a loop that I can’t escape. (Hook) Yellow room, lights dim, silence loud in my head, Tryna leave, but I sink deeper into the thread. Every wall knows my name, every floor holds the weight, Am I stuck? Am I free? Or just caught in the space? (Bridge) Maybe this is home, maybe this is fate, Maybe every wall was built to keep me safe. Maybe all the echoes really call my name, Maybe I belong in the glow of this place. (Outro) Yeah… yellow room… Maybe I stay, maybe I fade… Maybe I was never meant to leave anyway…
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