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i had a name some old day |
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when the crime of you kept me in the frame |
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and we had a look both you and me |
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like a handful of colour thrown on the street |
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that's right now |
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but i felt ashamed most of those days |
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cause the summer came but the winter stayed |
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well what can you say to a dying day |
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'will you stay here a while, keep the darkness away?' |
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and oh you don't wanna know you don't wanna be known |
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and oh you don't wanna see you don't wanna be shown |
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that i just wanna be your easy part |
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now the memory burns cause the days were flames |
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yeah the nights were cool but they were all the same |
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but if i go there again well i wont be sane |
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not a calling guest just a ghost in the rain |
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and oh you don't wanna know you don't wanna be known |
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and oh you don't wanna see you don't wanna be shown |
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that i just wanna be your easy part |
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what would i be needing to find? |
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what would i be needing to see? |
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what would i be needing to say? |
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what would i be needing to do? |
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yeah if everything's a question for you |
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then every answer has its own question too |
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yeah and that's what bleeds the life out of you |
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oh oh oh |
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yeah i had a name some old day |
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when the crime of you kept me in the frame |
