| Blue eyes and green thoughts were yours to borrow
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| We were red handed before the night could’ve fallen
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| White lies were across, with sharp yellow thorns
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| Other ones will wear it before the day is done
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| Why always need the things that you can’t even have?
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| Everything seems to blur because time runs too fast
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| Back in yellow and black, and green, blue, and gold
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| With your third eye you’ll see it all in technicolour
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| To the fight, reminded by the light
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| Aching again tomorrow, another pain to borrow
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| We were sworn to the night, lost from the other’s sight
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| Watching from Flåm to Oslo, with other paths to follow
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| We’re going to the fight, reminded by the light
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| Aching again tomorrow, another pain to borrow
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| We were sworn to the night, lost from the other’s sight
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| Watching from Flåm to Oslo, with other paths to follow
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| We’re going to the fight, reminded by the light
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| Aching again tomorrow, another pain to borrow
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| We were sworn to the night, lost from the other’s sight
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| Watching from Flåm to Oslo, with other paths to follow |