| Excuse me
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| If I bore you
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| When I talk about the things I like to do
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| Excuse me
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| If I’m not like them
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| I’d always liked to think there’s something else out there
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| For us
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| The world is a gift
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| A spin is a day
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| A turn is a year
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| And if the day give us rain
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| Let’s stare at the falling drops
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| In the air that I breathe when we wander outside
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| A touch of sunlight when it was getting dark
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| Slow down the pace of the clocks in our heads
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| So we can keep shaping the clouds
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| Excuse me
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| Was what you told me
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| When I didn’t listen what you had to say
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| Maybe I am just like them
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| Forgetting you could also choose the way
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| Your view
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| Blending with mine
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| Are two color filters
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| Glazing my sky
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| Alone but together we’ll share
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| The touch, the taste, the smell
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| Of the air that I breathe when we wander outside
|
| A touch of sunlight when it was getting dark
|
| Slow down the pace of the clocks in our heads
|
| So we can keep shaping the clouds
|
| Excuse me
|
| Was what you told me
|
| When I didn’t listen what you had to say
|
| Maybe I am just like them
|
| Forgetting you could also choose the way
|
| Your view
|
| Blending with mine
|
| Are two color filters
|
| Glazing my sky
|
| Alone but together we’ll share
|
| The touch, the taste, the smell
|
| Of the air that I breathe when we wander outside
|
| A touch of sunlight when it was getting dark
|
| Slow down the pace of the clocks in our heads
|
| So we can keep shaping the clouds |