| Clouded by colour, abandoned in truth
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| It seems that I like to fall back into you
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| A memory of better days, a moment in bloom
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| So fragile broken, magnificent youth
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| No I won’t back down from you
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| We were never meant to lose
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| Protective and stubborn, the warmth of a crowd
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| Days without you are days living in hell
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| I hear your voice in everything, a blanket of sound
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| The fire in you could burn whole cities down
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| I can feel you in the ground
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| I can see you in the clouds
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| Clouded by colour, abandoned in truth
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| It seems that I like to fall back into you |