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Well, hello there, sweet to see you |
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Like your colour, how you doin'? |
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I've been battered and bewildered |
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In the beauty of your ruins |
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Flash, flash and I am blinded |
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By the fact that you've been born |
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Feels like fiction life goes on |
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Brown eyes are gone |
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Silence is a virtue |
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I was taught so I agreed |
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Conversation half forgotten |
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Is the hole I hold in me |
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And all our language and expression |
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Is decimated by decree |
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The sound of song dies in the dawn |
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Brown eyes are gone |
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Descended slowly on the steps of the cathedral |
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Where I kissed you |
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Remembered candles lit with meaning I imposed |
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But that escaped you |
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With your brown eyes and your blue jeans |
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I heard the chiming of the clocks |
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Kick out the shifting shuffling rhythm |
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Of your docs |
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Hit the road with my compadre |
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Saw the city incomplete |
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We were tossed and torn and tumbled |
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In your famous foreign streets |
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I felt so fearless and forgotten |
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No one numbered nothing neat |
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The son has shone, we still belong |
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Brown eyes are gone |
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So farewell then Senorita |
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Pianos played and set the tone |
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I was singing like a servant |
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To the tune of telephones |
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I wish you freedom and forgiveness |
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And a time that is your own |
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Blue is the colour, mine's the moment |
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Brown eyes are gone |
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Blue is the colour, mine's the moment |
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Brown eyes are gone |
