| On your island, there’s no weather warning
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| There’s no sudden showers
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| There’s no certain powers, no
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| All I wanted was to carry you for aching
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| And how I told you what I’d do
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| If one day I woke and couldn’t find the colour in anything
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| All I thought it was worth
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| Was to mend things, are so breaking
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| And how I chased the glory
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| How I wanted to carry you for aching
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| And how I told you what I’d do
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| If one day I woke and couldn’t find the colour in anything
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| You must not be looking
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| You must not be trying like I’m trying
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| I can’t always help you
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| But I can listen for the sounds you’re making
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| And how I loved your story
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| How I wanted to follow you and paint it
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| And how I told you what I’d do
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| If one day I woke and couldn’t find the colour in anything
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| You must not be looking
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| You must not be trying how I’m trying
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| You must not be looking
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| You must not be trying like I’m trying
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| I can’t always help you |