| Love the peace when I feel alone
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| It’s a part of me that I never run from
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| Black and white, playing clean surround
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| Feet on the ground, but I hate it down there
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| Hot and cold, young and old
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| All the more I know, the less I feel right
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| Hot and cold, young and old
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| All the more I know, the less I feel
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| I’m high and I’m low, no control
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| But everything’s looking peach
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| I’m high and I’m low, no control
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| But everything’s looking peach now
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| So I don’t need it all when it feels like old
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| 'Cause everything’s looking peach now
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| No I don’t need it all when it feels like old
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| 'Cause everything’s looking peach now
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| Hate the feel when I’m in the crowd
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| It’s a part of me, I can never run from
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| The colour’s bright, playing in surround
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| Pull me off the ground where the air is so clear
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| Hot and cold, young and old
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| All the more I know, the less I feel right
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| I’m high and I’m low, no control
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| But everything’s looking peach
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| I’m high and I’m low, no control
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| But everything’s looking peach now
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| So I don’t need it all when it feels like old
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| 'Cause everything’s looking peach now
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| No I don’t need it all when it feels like old
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| 'Cause everything’s looking peach now
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| I know it’s hard to see me down
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| I cry and cry upon the ground
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| A simple price I pay for all the love I feel when I’m okay
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| I know it’s hard to see me down
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| I cry and cry upon the ground
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| A simple price I pay for all the love I feel
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| I’m high and I’m low, no control
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| But everything’s looking peach now
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| So I don’t need it all when it feels like old
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| 'Cause everything’s looking peach now
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| No I don’t need it all when it feels like old
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| 'Cause everything’s looking peach now
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| Now, now, now, now, now
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| Everything’s looking peach now, now
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| Everything’s looking peach now, now |