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Your days are sleepy |
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Worn out and pale |
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Few clouds will disappear out of the blue |
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You touch the window pane |
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The rain feels dry |
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Your fingers kiss my brow out of the blue |
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A shade of streetlight |
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Is watching you |
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You give me a smile out of the blue |
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Your eyes tell me your tale of woe |
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So sad and deep that |
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I can't go |
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Or do you want me to leave you again? |
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The grey chords of end |
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Are sounding nigh |
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And if they stroke you out of the blue... |
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I know it's late now |
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You don't let me in |
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A chilling butterfly - out of the blue |
