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Here comes the sadness that I miss so much |
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That lonely aching comes from every touch |
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I've grown accustomed to the grays and blacks |
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Because they're always coming back (coming back) |
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Sit down for supper, won't you dine with me |
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Or can't you handle seeing all I see |
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I've grown to colorblind to cease my bitching |
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And I've grown to love the pain |
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And I move too slow and I think too fast |
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And the first rainbow I see will be the last. |
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Too slow and I think too fast |
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And the first rainbow I see will be the last. |
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Here comes a view I've seen a million times |
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Here comes a boring song with thoughtless rhymes |
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I know you're sick of me so tell me here |
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Because you could have be the one |
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To make it all disappear. |
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But I move too slow and I think too fast |
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And the first rainbow I see will be the last. |
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Too slow and I think too fast |
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And the first rainbow I see will be the last. |
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1, 2, 3, 4 |
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And I move too slow and I think too fast |
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And the first rainbow I see will be the last. |
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Too slow and I think too fast |
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And the first rainbow I see will be the last. |
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Too slow and I think too fast |
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And the first rainbow I see will be the last. |
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Too slow and I think too fast |
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And the first rainbow I see will be the last. |
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It will be the last. |
