| In the golden days, the heart put the head in place
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| Nothing could ever shake it,
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| There’s a a gravity that makes us stay
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| When it’s down you can’t replace it
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| I’d give anything, if I thought I could get it back
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| If I thought I could save ya'
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| Those days were always burning in colour
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| Yes you are
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| But now they’re only shades of grey I know
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| Well you’ve been holding on too tightly, yes you are
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| But now you have to learn to let it go
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| I don’t know what has changed, nothing quite looks the same
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| Feeling so outta place, oh, oh
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| that used to be, is burned into my memory
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| Now we’re just chasing a feeling
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| I’d give anything, if I thought I could get it back
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| If I thought I could save ya'
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| Those days were always burning in colour
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| Yes you are
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| But now they’re only shades of grey I know
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| Well you’ve been holding on too tightly, yes you are
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| But now you have to learn to let it go
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| ooh, I’d give, anything, to get it back
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| Get it back
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| I would give, almost anything, to get it back
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| Those days were always burning in colour
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| Yes you are
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| But now they’re only shades of grey I know
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| Well you’ve been holding on too tightly, yes you are
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| But now you have to learn to let it go
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| Those days were always burning in colour
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| Yes you are
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| But now they’re only shades of grey I know
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| Well you’ve been holding on too tightly, yes you are
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| But now you have to learn to let it go |