| There is a word I’ve never heard
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| Yet I hear it most of the time
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| There is a sound I’ve never found
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| Yet I feel it most of the time
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| Oh, should they ever turn you to blue, dear
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| What will I do?
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| And should they ever turn you to grey, dear
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| What will I say?
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| Oh, oh, oh, don’t you turn too
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| Oh, oh, oh, if I ever change
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| Learn to confide, we’ll move the tides
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| I believe this most of the time
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| Whether it be untrue, fade from grey
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| All we need is most of the time
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| Oh, should they ever turn you to blue, dear
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| What will I do?
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| And should they ever turn you to grey, dear
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| What will I say?
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| Oh, oh, oh, don’t you turn too
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| Oh, oh, oh, if I ever change
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| Oh, oh, oh, don’t you turn too
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| Oh, oh, oh, if I ever change |