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Candle is blue, could see me through |
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I'm colorblind |
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You tell me it's blue, I'm a believer |
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That's why I'm blind |
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Live on the freeway, listen to signs |
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And we drive by fields |
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Be a believer, believe everything |
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You'll be right half the time |
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Candle is waxing, takes my apartment |
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Now bask in its magic |
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All of the firefighters put out my fires |
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Took all my matches |
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Staying up later, waking up old |
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And I'm leaving her never |
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Ordering in all friends and lovers |
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And we're making our weather with a lone lifeboat |
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I'm tired of fighting, so I'll demolish |
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That's the way |
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Some make exhaustion a mode of expression |
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And that's the way |
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I'm just a question, knowing my answer |
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Hope I'm wrong |
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I know the answer, it's four in the morning |
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I'm right again, I'm Chinatown |
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Now in a hurry, running up urgent |
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To get home to doc |
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Was my miss mistress, messed up my mattress |
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I missed the catch |
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Last of the pictures, catfish done hunting |
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Hairy lung |
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Most of the killers never get famous |
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And it's hard on everyone |
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I'm tired of fighting |
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I'm tired of fighting |
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I'm tired of fighting |
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I'm tired of fighting |
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I'm tired of fighting so I'll demolish |
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That's the way |
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Some make exhaustion a mode of expression |
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And that's the way |
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I'm just a question, knowing my answer |
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Hope I'm wrong |
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I know the answer, it's four in the morning |
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I'm right again, I'm Chinatown |
