| I’ve been waiting a while
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| Where the sun burnt the sea
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| Was I down when you wanted me to be?
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| Tell me which of your lies,
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| Was I meant to believe?
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| Oh, was I down when you wanted me to be?
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| Well, hold me in your arms
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| I’m in the eye of the storm
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| Tell me we’re not coming here no more
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| Oh, you hurt, you hurt me again I’m sure
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| And you paint me the same pretty picture as before
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| And it’s beautiful 'til the colors run
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| It’s beautiful 'til the colors run
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| I’ll be sailing away
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| Though you warned me to stay
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| As the face that you see in the sky
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| I’ve been bound and alone
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| I trace the chains to your throne
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| Was I down when you wanted me to be?
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| Well, let’s go fly a plane and when it breaks we’ll fly a kite
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| But I’m not going up this isn’t right
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| Oh, you hurt, you hurt me again I’m sure
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| And you paint me the same pretty picture as before
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| And it’s beautiful 'til the colors run
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| It’s beautiful
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| You’re the ghost of childhood who haunts the bay
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| Well, on the rocks where I once stood a blue guitar I played
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| In the empty parking lot that and in the old arcade
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| With my hands tied in a knot of promises we’ve made
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| Oh, you hurt, you hurt me again I’m sure
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| And you paint me the same pretty picture as before
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| And it’s beautiful 'til the colors run
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| It’s beautiful 'til the colors run
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| It’s beautiful |