| So when my colours drip away
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| And I feel like there’s no one left who’ll listen
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| Oh we’ll say
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| Anything
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| But then I turn to her
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| And she soothes me if I stir
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| As she knows that everything will be okay
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| She knows that everything will be okay
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| So when my colours drip away
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| And I feel like there’s no one left who’ll listen
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| Oh we’ll say
|
| Anything
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| But then I turn to her
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| And she soothes me if I stir
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| As she knows that everything will be okay
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| She knows that everything will be okay
|
| So when my colours drip away
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| And I feel like there’s no one left who’ll listen
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| Oh we’ll say
|
| Anything
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| But then I turn to her
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| And she soothes me if I stir
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| As she knows that everything will be okay
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| She knows that everything will be okay
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| And she smiles at me
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| With a thousand teeth
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| Teeth that bite off all my worried pain
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| Yeah she smiles at me
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| And like a child I’ll be
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| Safely underneath her feathered wing
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| Oh yeah
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| So when my colours drip away
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| And I feel like there’s no one left who’ll listen
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| Oh we’ll say
|
| Anything
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| But then I turn to her
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| And she soothes me if I stir
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| As she knows that everything will be okay
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| Yeah, she knows that everything will be okay |