| I took a picture
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| Your form was cloudy in the night
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| You wrote a letter
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| You said you tried to shed some light
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| On the good and the wicked things we do
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| Face my direction
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| I wanna see you better, dear
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| You’re a distraction
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| From everything that I fear
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| And the good and the wicked things I do
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| Sometimes, oh sometimes
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| I think I could fade away
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| In the light, oh the light
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| Of an ever sunny day
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| But I’m stronger than the picture that you took before you left
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| In the light it faded to white
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| In the light the colors turn to white
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| Indian summer
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| I caught a glimpse of things to come
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| Racing to finish
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| I never think before I run
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| To the good and the wicked things you do
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| Sometimes, oh sometimes
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| I think I could fade away
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| In the light, oh the light
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| Of an ever sunny day
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| But I’m stronger than the picture that you took before you left
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| In the light it faded to white
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| In the light the colors turn to white
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| In the light it faded to white
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| In the light the colors turn to white
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| In the light it faded to white
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| In the light the colors turn to white
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| In the light it faded to white |