| Well, hello there, sweet to see you
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| Like your colour, how you doin'?
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| I’ve been battered and bewildered
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| In the beauty of your ruins
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| Flash, flash and I am blinded
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| By the fact that you’ve been born
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| Feels like fiction life goes on
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| Brown eyes are gone
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| Silence is a virtue
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| I was taught so I agreed
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| Conversation half forgotten
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| Is the hole I hold in me
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| And all our language and expression
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| Is decimated by decree
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| The sound of song dies in the dawn
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| Brown eyes are gone
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| Descended slowly on the
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| Steps of the cathedral
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| Where I kissed you
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| Remembered candles lit with meaning
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| I imposed but that escaped you
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| With your brown eyes
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| And your blue jeans
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| I heard the chiming of the clocks
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| Kick out the shifting
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| Shuffling rhythm of your docs
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| Hit the road with my compadre
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| Saw the city incomplete
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| We were tossed and torn and tumbled
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| In your famous foreign streets
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| I felt so fearless and forgotten
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| No-one numbered nothing neat
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| The son has shone, we still belong
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| Brown eyes are gone
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| So farewell then senorita
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| Pianos played and set the tone
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| I was singing like a servant
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| To the tune of telephones
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| I wish you freedom and forgiveness
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| And a time that is your own
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| Blue is the colour, mine’s the moment
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| Brown eyes are gone |