| Don’t worry now it’s all erased,
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| Burned to grey and white.
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| Your fireproof heart was never wasted,
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| And steady all the while, or so you say.
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| Don’t worry now it’s all come back,
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| Color rests in night.
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| You’ll be there, you’ll see her face,
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| And hear her all the while.
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| By the time you’ve found your way,
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| You’ve gotta run right back to the start.
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| Don’t think you’ve lost.
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| You’ve gotta run right back to the start.
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| And when you finally think it’s gone,
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| You’ve gotta run right back to her arms.
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| Don’t worry now it’s all erased,
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| Burned to grey and white.
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| Tell yourself you don’t still taste her,
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| Or hear her through the night.
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| By the time you’ve found your way,
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| You’ve gotta run right back to the start.
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| Don’t think you’ve lost.
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| You’ve gotta run right back to the start.
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| And when you finally think it’s gone,
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| You’ve gotta run right back to her arms.
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| Run, run fast enough to lose yourself.
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| Our legs were straight but only move in circles.
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| By the time you’ve found you way,
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| You’ve gotta run right back to the start.
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| Don’t think you’ve lost,
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| You’ve gotta run right back to the start.
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| And when you finally think it’s gone,
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| You’ve gotta run right back to the start.
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| You’ve gotta run right back to the start.
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| You’ve gotta run right back to the start.
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| You’ve gotta run right back to her arms. |