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On a table lies the crust of what he |
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Had and just leaves behind |
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As i put bread down on the list of things |
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That i had to buy |
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By the store leaves your mountain bike |
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You on the floor still looking hard core |
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The colour is read under my show |
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And the friend is gone who put a hole |
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In you |
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Insensitivity took a hold of me |
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And i felt it colour me blue inside |
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And i left taking a part of you |
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Like red red paint on the sole |
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Of my shoe nothing to do with |
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Common sense or |
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Chorus: |
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Sensitivity. i'm feeling cold |
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Like concrete |
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Your dignity's reflecting |
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In the way i feel it |
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Open minded. the thoughts are clear |
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From feeling regardless. heart beats |
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With pain |
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You were oh so happy just the other day |
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Now heartbeats with pain took it all away |
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The cradle did rock for you too |
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Looking out from the inside |
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While life turns to blue |
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Watching all the glass faces |
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Leave their red red footprints |
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On our |
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Chorus |
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By the store lays your mountain bike |
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You on the floor no more hard core |
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The colour was red under my shoe |
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And the friend has gone |
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Who put a whole in you |
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Guided by the blue light that |
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Takes you away i'm on my way home |
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Guided by the blue light |
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That takes you away |
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I'm on my way home |
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Guided by the blue light |
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I'm on my way home... |
