| For a century now I’ve been waiting
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| With a photograph of life I’d painted
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| Spent the last year contemplating just what it means to me
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| Seperated fact from fiction now I can finally breathe
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| Like a sentry guard I’ve been so patient
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| With this photograph of the world I’d painted
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| It’s colourless
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| Humourless
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| Hateful by degrees
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| Towerin' over the days of sunshine
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| It’s just a part of me
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| Now Salvadore’s salivating
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| Watching the clock and the time I’ve taken
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| If he had it his way he’d go first
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| And drink champagne and toast my thirst
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| There is a reason why we’ll step in front
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| And raise my voice I can’t
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| Hold my tongue
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| I pick myself up off the pavement
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| With a photograph of time I’d painted
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| I thought everyone of those pixelations
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| Was a language I couldn’t speak
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| And all those years of remedial readin'
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| Had made a fool of me
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| It was colourless
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| Humourless
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| Hateful by degrees
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| See the more I learned
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| The less I knew
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| But now I can finally
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| Finally breathe
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| It was colourless
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| Humourless
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| Just a part of me
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| Towerin' over the days of sunshine
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| So I could hardly see
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| It was colourless
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| Humourless
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| Hateful by degrees
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| I thought everyone of those pixelations
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| Was a language I couldn’t
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| Couldn’t speak
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| It was colourless
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| Humourless
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| An inconvenient part of me
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| I seperated fact from fiction
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| So that I could finally breathe
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| It was colourless
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| Humourless
|
| Hateful by degrees
|
| Towerin' over the days of sunshine
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| So I could hardly see
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| Colourless
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| Humourless
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| Just a part of me
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| The more I learned
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| The less I knew
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| Now I can finally
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| Finally breathe |