| Lonely Brown sitting on a window
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| And he looks around
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| Seems like things are never
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| Gonna go his way
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| The color around just seemed
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| To leave him through another’s hand
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| Sometimes life’s so cruel
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| And it leaves you cold and grey
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| Where do the answers lie
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| For a lonely color left here to die
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| No one left to blend with
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| The strength has all but left him
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| Left him without the glory
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| Maybe he could tell a story
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| He only needs one chance
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| To dance upon the plane
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| The painter he stares at the shadowless invention
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| That he worked so hard for
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| It shined so brilliant
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| But it lacked a certain need
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| You see without any brown it just seemed so distant
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| Like a grain of sand
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| Need an ocean’s hand
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| To help it live and breathe
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| You ain’t gonna find no sympathy
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| All the way back home
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| And now you’re gonna walk your destiny
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| You walked the miles for all the years
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| Now who’s gonna sort all your tears
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| I don’t wanna lose you in the sunlight
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| You set the world on fire
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| And if I could just freeze these passing moments
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| You’d set the world on fire |
| Ooh, lonely Brown, he died on the window
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| And the world went on
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| He never fed the fire
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| Of hope the painter burned
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| All the color around melts into wisdom
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| That we all have
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| I hope one day that Brown
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| Can hear his lonely song, walk on
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| You ain’t gonna find no sympathy
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| On your way back home
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| And now you’re gonna walk your destiny
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| You walked the miles for all the years
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| Now who’s gonna sort all your tears
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| Lonely Brown sitting on a window
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| You set the world on fire
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| Oh, the color around just seemed to leave him
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| You set the world on fire
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| Lonely Brown, he died on that window
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| You set the world on fire
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| Well, if I could just freeze these passing moments
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| You’d set the world on fire
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| Oh, you know
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| It’s gonna burn for me |