| I call what we have indigo
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| Unclear what we are or what we know
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| And though you never take my hand
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| Even when I raise your shipwreck from the sand
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| And though you never count the cost
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| Of the innocence you’ve lost and what it meant
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| You don’t have to love me
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| There’s one thing you should know
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| My love will not unravel
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| It’s unconditional
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| My indigo
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| Even when the heart won’t let me show, you don’t have to say to let me know
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| My indigo
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| Even when the heart won’t let me show, you don’t have to say to let me know
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| My indigo…
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| Ink burns on the page, blue to black
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| But words are fireproof, can’t take back
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| While the memory’s alive
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| When there’s pennies on our eyes, we’ll never rest
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| Can we take a second now
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| To rain down the heavy storm that’s in our chest
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| You don’t have to love me
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| There’s one thing you should know
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| My love will not unravel
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| It’s unconditional
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| My indigo
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| Even when the heart won’t let me show, you don’t have to say to let me know
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| My indigo
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| Even when the heart won’t let me show, you don’t have to say to let me know
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| My indigo…
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| You don’t have to love me
|
| There’s one thing you should know
|
| My love will not unravel
|
| It’s unconditional
|
| My indigo
|
| Even when the heart won’t let me show, you don’t have to say to let me know
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| My indigo
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| Even when the heart won’t let me show, you don’t have to say to let me know
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| I call what we have indigo… |