| The different shades of white
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| Are in my head tonight
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| What happened to the colours of fire?
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| What happened to the colours?
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| She is painting forty different shades of white
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| On white paper
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| On white paper
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| Glowing happiness arrived the day
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| Baby came to stay
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| And all is well in the new world
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| I, on the other hand
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| Can’t seem to settle down
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| My eyes hurry not to see her falling away from me
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| I’m painting forty different shades of green
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| For all I’m worth, on yesterday’s paper
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| But innocence is never news
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| The black keeps bleeding through
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| Only to reveal our worldly blues
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| Doesn’t seem so long since we were young
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| Oh, when we were young
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| When we were young
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| I see families walking in the park
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| Who seem quite happy to live this way
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| She asks me, «What's the matter darling?
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| You’re suddenly grey. |
| You don’t look well…»
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| The arms of another
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| It’s my idea of hell
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| So shout if you find a way back to the light and air
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| Laughing and changing the subject
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| Ain’t gonna get you there
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| The different shades of white
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| Fill my head tonight
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| What happened to the colours?
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| What happened to the colours?
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| The different shades of white
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| Are everywhere tonight
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| What happened to the colours of fire?
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| I used to be centre-stage
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| Time I should act my age
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| And watch from the shadowed wings
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| All these beautiful things
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| All these beautiful things
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| Even now
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| My eyes that hurry to see no more are painting, painting
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| Faces of my lost girl |