| She’s smoking lemon drops
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| Cause her cigarette enlight again
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| «I was born for the storm», she says
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| Grabbling into the long way ahead
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| I see your fingers shaking and no, I don’t sky
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| I know exactly why, just stand there silently
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| Look up with her, under a purple sky
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| Under a purple sky
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| She’s gone, she’s going
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| Where do the great ones go?
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| They give us everything
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| I say: «I know, I know, I know»
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| Then we are all alone on a purple sky
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| Like it was a Saturday night
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| The wednesday hide from light
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| And I still have some heavy apettite
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| «Goodbye for now», there’s no way to say this right
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| But when I get home I’ll keep up the signs
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| When I come home I’ll fight the good fight
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| He’s gone, I’m calling
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| Can you hear me now?
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| The sky is falling but I stand my ground somehow
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| Deep inside the blue where she cries
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| Watch it falling and don’t ask why
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| Watch it burn and you want to cry
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| What a tragedy, a travesty
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| A life ended too soon
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| Majesty
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| I have a question
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| «Where do Gods gone?» |
| (?)
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| Up in the purple sky
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| Up in the purple skies
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| Ooooh, the damnation
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| A celebration… |