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The line |
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That I draw between |
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My life |
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And your thoughts 'n' dreams |
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But why |
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Why it's so heavy to wave my hand |
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My past |
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Is in black and brown |
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Keeps lies |
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And the chance you blown |
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But why |
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Why it's so heavy to wave my hand |
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The rain |
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Made of your photographs |
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I am under rain |
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Made of your photographs |
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And I've got myself |
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Locked in your photographs |
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Liberating soul |
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Let's face |
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Faces pale 'n' gone |
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I see |
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Neither friend nor foe |
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But why |
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Why it's so heavy to wave my hand |
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I throw |
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Pictures I have torn |
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I hope |
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There is no U-turn |
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But why |
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Why it's so heavy to wave my hand |
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The rain |
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Made of your photographs |
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I am under rain |
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Made of your photographs |
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And I've got myself |
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Locked in your photographs |
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Liberating soul |
