| Cruel shame
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| Oh what have I done?
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| Punching a wall
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| Nearly broke my thumb
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| It’s harder than you think
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| Not that it matters
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| If I show myself to you
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| Come on, I know, you will
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| That must be how the music is meant to be played
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| A rush of blood
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| And it’s gone as fast as it came
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| Chameleon Days
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| Though your anger is red
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| Envy is green
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| But if you have a choice
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| It will always be blue
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| Should I show my self to you?
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| Come on, I know, you will
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| That must be how the music is meant to be played
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| The colors change
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| In our lives we all have our own
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| Chameleon Days
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| The more I have to wait, the more you come in late
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| The closer to the ground, with every other sound
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| The more I have to wait, the more you come in late
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| The closer to the ground, with every other sound
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| And anyone can tell you that it’s out of your hands
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| And god is rolling numbers while I’m making a plan
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| And anyone can tell you that it’s out of your hands
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| And god is rolling numbers while I’m making a plan
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| For a soul
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| The sky and the water
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| To the sky and the water
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| There is beauty and surrender
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| Oh sweetness of sorrow
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| Oh you wake up before tomorrow
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| That color won’t get you into trouble |