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Why did he have to make such darkness out of blue |
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Ok there's sadness in his life he didn't get to choose |
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Why did he needed to feel a reassuring hand |
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Before he seemed to understand |
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You stumble free... or let it be |
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Too late I saw my words were cutting him in two |
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Saw him clutching at the straws he couldn't bear to lose |
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He said that given time he knew it would come right |
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And how he longed for warmth and light |
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So he could see how things should be |
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Then my feet left the ground |
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And my words became a string of sounds |
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He gave me that old sad look and fell in line |
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And at this sign |
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Everything I'd said just slipped from my mind |
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'cause my feet left the ground |
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So glad once more it's me he'd found |
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Got rid of the dark and clung to the blue |
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What more could I do |
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Everyone knew that I was dreaming |
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He and I can stay in this tiny patch of blue |
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They are so close together colours that we use |
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I just needed to hear him say he understands |
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Before I dare to show my hand |
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And stumble free... or let it be |
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When my feet left he ground |
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All my words became a string sounds |
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He gave me that old sad look and fell in line |
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And at this sign |
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Everything I'd said just slipped from my mind |
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'cause my feet left the ground |
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So glad once more it's me he'd found |
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Got rid of the dark and clung to the blue |
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What more could I do |
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Everyone knew that I was dreaming |
