| My life was coloured painting pictures out of tune
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| You came from nowhere in a song
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| It might have been the way I laughed, you made the jokes
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| Could only show me what was wrong
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| He took me flying on his crimson ship
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| He never left me his number
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| He took me flying on his crimson ship
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| Then he was gone and I wondered
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| Who put the notes on all the crosses on the hill?
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| Why did the old man wash his hands?
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| Who grew the flower that was big enough to kill
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| And build the trumpet in the band?
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| He took me flying on his crimson ship
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| He never left me his number
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| He took me flying on his crimson ship
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| Then he was gone and I wondered
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| When they were busy throwing kisses at the moon
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| Her father lost his mother’s son
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| And though they knew the resurrection would be soon
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| The time was spent, they carried on, on
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| He took me flying on his crimson ship
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| He never left me his number
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| He took me flying on his crimson ship
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| Then he was gone and I wondered
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| Wondered, wondered
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| Wondered, wondered
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| Wondered, wondered
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| Wondered, wondered
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| Wondered, wondered
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| Wondered, wondered
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| Wondered, wondered |