| Too much of love
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| I’ve never known
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| Nothing seems familiar (?) to run away from your home
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| My legs are tired and my mind is growing old
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| When I was alone
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| The colours (?) of love
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| Maybe my next stop will carry me away
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| From I don’t know where I found hummingbirds that grow
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| A new kind of love
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| Blue turns red
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| While my green turns brown, I walk away from my past
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| I did not know, the … of tomorrow would stand in my way
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| When everything’s changed and its all upside down
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| If this is your world, I can’t see my smile
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| She fixes my hair, while she calls me her man
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| From the bottom and away, away from the dead
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| I’m saving up
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| On magic stones
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| … what I’ve been given for too long
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| When blue turns black and gray (?) no longer turns you on
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| I know that she knows
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| She’s my little …
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| She turns me up when …
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| My witchy woman cooking brew to bring me home
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| And I was so long, long gone
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| Blue turns red
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| While my green turns brown, I walk away from my past
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| I did not know, the … of tomorrow would stand in my way
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| When everything’s changed and its all upside down
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| If this is your world, I can’t see why you smile
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| She fixes my hair, while she calls me her man
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| From the bottom and away, away from the dead
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| When everything’s changed and its all upside down
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| If this is your world, I can’t see why you smile
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| She fixes my hair, while she calls me her man
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| From the bottom and away, away from the dead |