| I spent a lot of my time looking at blue
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| The color of my room and my mood
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| Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth
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| The sort of blue between clouds, when the sun comes out
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| The sort of blue in those eyes you get hung up about
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| When that feeling of meaninglessness sets in
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| Go blowing my mind on God
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| The light in the dark, with the neon arms
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| The meek He seeks, the beast He calms
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| The head of the good soul department
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| I see myself suddenly
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| On the piano, as a melody
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| My terrible fear of dying
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| No longer plays with me
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| For now I know that I’m needed
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| For the symphony
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| I associate love with red
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| The colour of my heart when she’s dead
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| Red in my mind when the jealousy flies
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| Red in my eyes from emotional ties
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| Manipulation, the danger signs
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| The more I think about sex, the better it gets
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| Here we have a purpose in life
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| Good for the blood circulation
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| Good for releasing the tension
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| The root of our reincarnations
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| I see myself suddenly
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| On the piano, as a melody
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| My terrible fear of dying
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| No longer plays with me
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| For now I know that I’m needed
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| For the symphony
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| I spent a lot of my time looking at blue
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| No wonder that I blew it |