6.Your Blue Door
Lyricist:Thomas Borshcheid, Adam Levy, Noah Levy, Trent Norton
Your blue door that I walked through before
First Sunday kiss I could not resist
Well have you come to tell the truth
Are you tired of roaming too
Would you go around with me
Would you take me out at two or three
Would you lie to me
With the cheapest form of flattery
Surprise me and read between my lines
Three shades of red
When I heard what you said
White knuckle road
I'm going down
Would you go around with me
Would you take me out at two or three
Would you lie to me
With the cheapest form of flattery
Surprise me and read between my lines
Between my lines
Your blue door it won't let them in anymore
And wind blowing through your screen
The candle's burning clean
I'm not green, I'm not green
Would you go around with me
Would you take me out at two or three
Would you lie to me
With the cheapest form of flattery
Surprise me and read between my lines
Your blue door that I walk through once more
Your red ripe fruit all hell breaks loose
Would you go around with me
Would you take me out at two or three
Would you lie to me
Will I be your favorite charity
Surprise me and read between my lines
Between my lines
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