| On a table lies the crust of what he Had and just leaves behind
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| As I put bread down on the list of things
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| That I had to buy
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| By the store leaves your mountain bike
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| You on the floor still looking hard core
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| The colour is read under my show
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| And the friend is gone who put a hole
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| In you
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| Insensitivity took a hold of me And I felt it colour me blue inside
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| And I left taking a part of you
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| Like red red paint on the sole
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| Of my shoe nothing to do with
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| Common sense or Sensitivity. |
| Im feeling cold
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| Like concrete
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| Your dignitys reflecting
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| In the way I feel it Open minded. |
| the thoughts are clear
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| From feeling regardless. |
| heart beats
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| With pain
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| You were oh so happy just the other day
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| Now heartbeats with pain took it all away
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| The cradle did rock for you too
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| Looking out from the inside
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| While life turns to blue
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| Watching all the glass faces
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| Leave their red red footprints
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| On our
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| By the store lays your mountain bike
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| You on the floor no more hard core
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| The colour was red under my shoe
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| And the friend has gone
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| Who put a whole in you
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| Guided by the blue light that
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| Takes you away Im on my way home
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| Guided by the blue light
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| That takes you away
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| Im on my way home
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| Guided by the blue light
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| Im on my way home… |