| Judy, I can see your colours
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| Coming out in blue
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| All your fountains, all your lovers
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| Are the first to bloom
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| And you get away
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| Running at the break of day
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| Head down, nose to the ground
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| Running with your eyes closed
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| Dragonflies and buttercups
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| Chinese burns and rubber mats
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| Spring is gone and summer’s fleeting
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| I found the whispers of your leaving
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| Judy, where’s your smile today?
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| And you get away
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| Running at the break of day
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| Head down, nose to the ground
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| Running with your eyes closed
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| Judy, I can see your colours
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| Coming out in blue
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| All your fountains, all your lovers
|
| Are the first to bloom
|
| And you get away
|
| Running at the break of day
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| Head down, nose to the ground
|
| Running with your eyes closed
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| Head down, nose to the ground
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| Running with your eyes closed, yeah |