| Pretty girl, lips so soft she holds you with every breath
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| She blows your way
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| Hopeful stares turn into restless glares, when she fiddles with her hair
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| She knows you’re game
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| All you see are green meadows in her eyes tonight
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| But when they turn the lights on
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| All the colors start to change
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| The music don’t sound the same
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| You fade to grey
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| It’s a shame, but Pretty’s not the one to blame
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| She just wants to play
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| All you see are green meadows in her eyes tonight
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| All you fear is lost in the forest of her mind
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| When they turn the lights on
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| All the colors start to change
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| The music don’t sound the same
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| You fade to grey
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| They turn the lights on
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| And her tears start to rain
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| The music don’t sound the same
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| You fade to grey
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| Call it karma, not a trick
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| You’re out of luck and pretty’s got to give
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| Call it conscience, but that won’t stick
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| You’re out of luck and that’s the way it is
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| Call it karma, not a trick
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| You’re out of luck and pretty’s got to give
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| Turn the lights on and the colors start to change
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| The music don’t sound the same
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| You fade to grey
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| When they turn the lights on
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| I hope her tears fall like rain
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| The music won’t sound the same and you’ll fade to grey
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| You’ll fade to grey |