| Easy now darling, lower me down
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| Keep my heart livid but don’t keep me around
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| Devour my miscues, turn me away
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| Show me how the sky could fold up any day
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| Excuse me my foot falls, I’m feeding my flame
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| You might like getting burnt but can’t live with the pain
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| But what is this fire compared to you
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| Isn’t it all another shade of blue
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| Dirty old river is withered and gone
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| A sleepless sense of self is held up by the sun
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| Show me forgiveness swallow me whole
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| But past the severed hand I’ve gone diggin' this hole
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| Follow my footsteps keep me at bay
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| I maybe semi blind but just point me the way
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| But what are my footsteps compared to you
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| Isn’t it all another shade of blue
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| Try this emotion, this dusted rage
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| Then try to give it up, try to give it up
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| Continue rejecting, the end of age
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| Just try to give it up, try to give it up
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| Your reasons for weeping, are as true as mine
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| But I won’t give it up, I won’t give it up
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| A shoeless despot may define our time
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| But I won’t give it up, I won’t give it up
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| Deliver me patients, but tow in the line
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| If waiting leads to good, then impulse is my crime
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| Give my words meaning, see me undone
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| Even if I’m still, then my future will come
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| I’m one variation of a single refrain
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| If knowledge is the goal that means life is the game
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| But what’s this all meaning compared to you
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| Isn’t it all another shade of blue |