| It was so simple in the end
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| Oh, I just had to start again
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| Those grays and whites, they don’t forgive
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| Passed out, passed pastels you were so taken with
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| Can’t stop shaking, don’t think I’ll ever stop
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| She’s not waking, somebody call the cops
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| When you’re no longer feeling good
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| You’ll see that time slipped away
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| In the daylight, there isn’t much
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| To hide the stains of your Saturday
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| Pink window shades, pink window shades
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| It was your nature in the end
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| No longer need to make amends
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| The human sweetens, not equipped
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| The silhouette to be relived
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| Can’t stop thinking about what we lost
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| She’s not waking, somebody call the cops
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| When you’re no longer feeling good
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| You’ll see that time slipped away
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| In the daylight, there isn’t much
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| To hide the stains of your Saturday
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| Pink window shades, pink window shades
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| Pink window shades, pink window shades
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| When you’re no longer feeling good
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| You’ll see that time slipped away
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| In the daylight, there isn’t much
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| To hide the stains of your Saturday |