| Behind my life is different colours
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| They go away and come back to you
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| It’s just nowhere it can be found
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| It’s just with me, come on, take it
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| The touch of your hand it speaks of distance
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| It speaks of distance in your heart
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| Come on, there’s no question of why
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| Behind my life there’s a silent storm
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| It brings a vision into your mind
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| It’s in between, the colours will fade away
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| My heart it screams for nothing you have to say
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| Come on, there’s no question of why
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| Come on, there’s no question of why
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| It’s in between on the darkened hearts
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| Behind me unknown that there’s no chance
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| He has his hand among my swan
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| Keep it there, now that you’re gone
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| Come on, there’s no question of why
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| There’s no question,
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| Beat your door to black and blue
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| He took his words, his solitude
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| And so I felt my eyes long
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| And so I felt my eyes long
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| The touch of your hand it speaks of distance
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| In your heart
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| Behind my life I know |