| Come in here
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| Your clothes are looking battleworn
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| You can stay a while
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| You know the war will still be on
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| Don’t be thinking that it’s over
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| The door is open for the things that can’t be bought
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| 'Cause I see
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| Your Sun’s orbited off the page
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| And the colours that you hide
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| Are telling me that we’re not painting rainbows anymore
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| You’ve been hiding out
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| From the ghosts you dredged up from the past
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| When you run on broken dreams
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| You only get cut up from all the glass
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| Don’t be thinking that it’s over
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| The door is open when you need a faith restored
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| 'Cause I see
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| Your Sun’s orbited off the page
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| And the colours that you hide
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| Are telling me that we’re not painting
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| Rainbows, we’re not painting rainbows anymore
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| Come in here
|
| Your clothes are looking battleworn
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| 'Cause I see
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| Your Sun’s orbited off the page
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| And the colours that you hide
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| Are telling me that we’re not
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| Painting rainbows, we’re not painting rainbows
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| 'Cause I see
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| Your Sun’s orbited off the page
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| And the colours that you hide
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| Are telling me that we’re not painting
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| Rainbows, we’re not painting rainbows anymore
|
| Your Sun’s orbited off the page
|
| And the colours that you hide
|
| Are telling me that we’re not painting
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| Rainbows, we’re not painting rainbows anymore |