| And if I only had an ocean
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| To complement the sky
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| I’d pull it down, paint it for you
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| And I’d never question why
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| 'Cause red would mean you loved me
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| And blue would mean you cared
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| And black my heart when left alone
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| To cold and killing stares
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| This is the burning of a dream
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| This is the burning of a dream
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| The sound now turns to silence
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| But I’ll keep spinning around
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| Naked in the rain of my own
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| Tears as they fall into the
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| Bucket of your apologies
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| While closing everyone else’s eyes
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| Because your own are shut
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| Not to see the volume rise again
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| Feels like I’m waiting
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| In the last hiding place on Earth
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| Hangman’s noose tight around my neck
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| But I’m saved
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| And for one hundred thousand memories
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| Be washed ashore
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| Be swept again by forever
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| And sailed away from you
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| Now the rain has ended
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| So the sun can shine through me
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| Only you could row my boat ashore
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| Only you could set my fears at rest
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| But until lack of sympathies regress
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| I’m still waiting
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| I’m still waiting for your call |