| I was in between.
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| I wasn’t offering.
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| I was a burnin' branch.
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| Close to feeling tall.
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| Almost afraid to fall.
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| I was made of chance.
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| And when the colours bleed,
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| Mix of my memories,
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| When I ride the moon.
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| I’ll just be a sound you heard.
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| I’ll be a foreign word.
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| It’s me and your type of blue,
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| And I leave that here with you.
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| Ohhh
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| Lines wither,
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| And you got a face like no other,
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| I’ll keep it where I see things right.
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| Ohhh
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| Darkness comes,
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| But you got a way like no other one,
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| I’ll keep it where my black keeps light.
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| Make me a mirror of,
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| All that I cannot love.
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| Let me hold the cast,
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| Of my favourite years,
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| The truth how they gave me here,
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| And that that they last,
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| Let that be my last.
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| Ohhh
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| Lines wither,
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| And you got a face like no other,
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| I’ll keep it where I see things right.
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| Ohhh
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| Darkness comes,
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| But you got a way like no other one,
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| I’ll keep it where my black keeps light.
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| Ohhh
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| And a darkness I do not know.
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| If it takes me I feel you glow,
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| In a darkness I do not know.
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| Ohhh
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| Lines wither,
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| And you got a face like no other,
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| I’ll keep it where I see things right.
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| Ohhh
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| Darkness comes,
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| But you got a way like no other one,
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| I’ll keep it where my black keeps light. |