| Getting through the clouds
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| Surfing through the pools
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| Something is in my eye
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| Something is getting loose
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| Bloodline and family
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| Mother and all the childs
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| My mind is on the pies
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| Her mind in on the flowel
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| And it’s the car it’s driving self
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| I get a dryness in my mouth
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| I’m used to things crawling up the wells
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| But this is something else
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| My mother’s waiting for spring to come
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| And all the colors to be as one
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| I’m in the backseat with my feet
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| My mother’s waiting for spring to come
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| And all the colors to be as one
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| I’m in the backseat with my feet
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| Time to fight it
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| Time to kill it
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| Time to forgive her
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| Time to laugh, though
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| Time to fight it
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| Time to kill it
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| Time to forgive her
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| Time to laugh, though
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| Time to fight it
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| Time to kill it
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| Time to forgive her
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| (All the colors are exploding in my mind)
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| Time to laugh, though
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| (All the colors are exploding in my mind)
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| Now all the colors are exploding in my mind
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| All the colors are exploding in my mind
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| Now all the colors are exploding in my mind
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| All the colors are exploding in my mind
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| Now all the colors are exploding in my mind
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| All the colors are exploding in my mind
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| Now all the colors are exploding in my mind
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| All the colors are exploding in my mind
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| Now all the colors are exploding in my mind
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| All the colors are exploding in my mind
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| Now all the colors are exploding in my mind
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| All the colors are exploding in my mind |