| Things look clear in black and white
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| The living color tends to dye our sight
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| Like dynomite
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| Just imagine my surprise
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| When I looked into your eyes and saw
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| Your disguise
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| If we dare expose our hearts
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| Just to feel the purest parts
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| That’s when strange sensations start to grow
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| We are not alone
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| Find out when your cover’s blown
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| There’ll be somebody there to break your fall
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| We are not alone
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| 'Cause when you cut down to the bone
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| We’re really not so different after all
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| After all
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| We’re not alone
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| Flying high above the sky
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| The battles down below look simplified
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| With no place to hide
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| But on inspection of the dust
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| I came upon this thing called trust
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| It helps us to adjust
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| Just imagine my surprise
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| When I looked into your eyes
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| We are not alone
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| Find out when your cover’s blown
|
| There’ll be somebody there to break your fall
|
| We are not alone
|
| 'Cause when you cut down to the bone
|
| We’re really not so different after all
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| After all
|
| We’re not alone
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| Not alone
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| After all
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| Not alone
|
| If we dare expose our hearts
|
| Just to feel the purest parts
|
| That’s when strange sensations start to grow
|
| We are not alone
|
| Find out when your cover’s blown
|
| There’ll be somebody there to break your fall
|
| We are not alone
|
| 'Cause when you cut down to the bone
|
| We’re really not so different after all
|
| After all
|
| We’re not alone
|
| We are not alone
|
| Find out when your cover’s blown
|
| There’ll be somebody there to break your fall
|
| We are not alone
|
| 'Cause when you cut down to the bone
|
| We’re really not so different after all
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| After all
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| After all |