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Let's walk the miles |
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Leave the car |
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It won't work anyway |
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One headphone each |
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Arm in arm |
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I'll show you the way cos |
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You like pushing burdens |
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And I like taking sides |
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If you're in Technicolor |
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Then I'm in black and white |
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I like the way you paint me |
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It never looks the same way twice |
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We wake up lost |
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But not afraid |
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Of the morning light, the colours |
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Another time |
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Another place |
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I'd hide under the covers |
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Cos I believe in science |
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And you like reading minds |
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If you're in Technicolor |
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Then I'm in black and white |
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I like the way you paint me |
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It never looks the same way twice |
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I like you in this light |
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We look and feel alike |
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I like you in this light |
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We look and feel alike |
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If you're in Technicolor |
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Then I'm in black and white |
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I like the way you paint me |
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It never looks the same way twice |
