| India my dear, you’re almost out of luck
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| That slender chain of pearls you wear
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| Around your slender neck
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| Is fallen to the floor — why don’t you pick it up?
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| India my dear
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| It’s not that i don’t love you
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| But the world’s moved on
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| And the colours in your eyes
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| Don’t mix with mine
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| It’s not that i don’t trust you
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| But there’s nothing more to say
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| India, my dear
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| India my dear, you’re nothing but kindness
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| And i don’t expect you’d say the same of me
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| We did all of our crying in a lay-by by the road side
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| And i can see so clearly now i can no longer see
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| Did you know when i first saw you
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| I felt i was falling into grace:
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| To see your bright hair burning
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| Around your smiling face?
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| But i see the colours fading from you
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| Like you’re too much in the light
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| And i hate to watch you fading, india
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| India my dear — we’re almost out of time
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| I can’t sit and watch you crumble like a child
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| There’s colours out there in the rain
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| That i first saw in your eyes
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| India my dear
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| It’s not that i don’t love you
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| But there’s nothing more to say
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| And the colours in your eyes
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| Don’t mix with mine
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| It’s not that i don’t trust you
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| But the world’s moved on
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| India my love |