| I watch the smoke drift, from my cigarette
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| I hear the roaches cross the floor
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| Slam dance around me, in my chair I sit
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| The grey’s leakin' through the door
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| There’s a shade of grey! |
| I’ve never seen before…
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| My gaze fixed on, the space beneath the door
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| My life flash. |
| before my eyes…
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| All this sweat grew from one solitary drop
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| Grey’s movin' cross the floor
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| We walk alone, no one beside us!
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| It’s never simple as black or white
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| We should have known, no one would find us!
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| That we would all wind up in
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| Shades of grey…
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| «It seems like everytime I get a chance… is quite naked
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| And as I turn around, as I turn around… and
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| Inside there’s no doubt its gonna happen again»
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| Nobody listenin', so I talk to myself
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| Sometimes I pay me no… mind…
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| I lost this argument, so very long ago…
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| The right words were so hard to find…
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| I can’t breathe in the grey!
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| An' I can’t find the key to the door… |