| Here comes the sadness that I miss so much
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| That lonely aching comes from every touch
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| I’ve grown accustomed to the grays and blacks
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| Because they’re always coming back (coming back)
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| Sit down for supper, won’t you dine with me?
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| Or can’t you handle seeing all I see
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| I’ve grown to colorblind to cease my bitching
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| And I’ve grown to love the pain
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| And I move too slow and I think too fast
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| And the first rainbow I see will be the last
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| Too slow and I think too fast
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| And the first rainbow I see will be the last
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| Here comes a view I’ve seen a million times
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| Here comes a boring song with thoughtless rhymes
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| I know you’re sick of me so tell me here
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| Because you could have be the one
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| To make it all disappear
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| And I move too slow and I think too fast
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| And the first rainbow I see will be the last
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| Too slow and I think too fast
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| And the first rainbow I see will be the last
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| And I move too slow and I think too fast
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| And the first rainbow I see will be the last
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| Too slow and I think too fast
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| And the first rainbow I see will be the last
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| And I move too slow and I think too fast
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| And the first rainbow I see will be the last
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| Too slow and I think too fast
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| And the first rainbow I see will be the last |