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Black Licorice Lyrics: [Verse 1] We grew up on borrowed light, paper crowns and plastic skies, promises like fireflies— bright enough to make us blind. Now the paint peels off the saints, and the streets forget our names, but your hand is warm in mine, like a match against the rain. [Pre-Chorus] They traded tomorrows for velvet seats, soft applause and golden teeth. We didn’t start the fault-line breathing— but we’re the ones who feel it heave. [Chorus] Black licorice on my tongue— bitter love that makes me numb, then somehow sweet, then somehow home, when everything we built comes undone. Fading dreams in neon dust, but you and I still choose to trust. Let the world collapse in flames— love remains, love stays. [Verse 2] We were taught to chase a shine, buy our worth, rent our time, smile for cameras, dim our rage, call the cage a golden stage. Now the skyline flickers out, sirens singing to the clouds, but I hear your heartbeat clear— a stubborn hymn beneath the loud. [Pre-Chorus 2] Our future held for ransom notes, signed by hands in tailored coats. They called it “peace,” they called it “growth,” while selling off the lifeboats. [Chorus] Black licorice on my tongue— bitter love that makes me numb, then somehow sweet, then somehow home, when everything we built comes undone. Fading dreams in neon dust, but you and I still choose to trust. Let the world collapse in flames— love remains, love stays. [Bridge] A storm is coming—let it come. We’ve been learning how to run toward the truth instead of gold, toward each other, growing bold. Who needs wealth when you’re the wealth? Who needs crowns when we have breath? Let them keep their spotless towers— we were made for darker hours. [Final Chorus] Black licorice on my tongue— bitter, brave, and still in love. If the night devours the sun, we’ll be the glow it can’t outrun. Fading dreams, but not our names, not our vows, not our flame. Let the world collapse in flames— love remains… love stays. [Outro] Bitter at first. Sweet at last. Hold me— we’ll outlast.