| Why did he have to make such darkness out of blue
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| Ok there’s sadness in his life he didn’t get to choose
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| Why did he needed to feel a reassuring hand
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| Before he seemed to understand
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| You stumble free… or let it be
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| Too late I saw my words were cutting him in two
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| Saw him clutching at the straws he couldn’t bear to lose
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| He said that given time he knew it would come right
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| And how he longed for warmth and light
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| So he could see how things should be
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| Then my feet left the ground
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| And my words became a string of sounds
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| He gave me that old sad look and fell in line
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| And at this sign
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| Everything I’d said just slipped from my mind
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| 'cause my feet left the ground
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| So glad once more it’s me he’d found
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| Got rid of the dark and clung to the blue
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| What more could I do
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| Everyone knew that I was dreaming
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| He and I can stay in this tiny patch of blue
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| They are so close together colours that we use
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| I just needed to hear him say he understands
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| Before I dare to show my hand
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| And stumble free… or let it be
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| When my feet left he ground
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| All my words became a string sounds
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| He gave me that old sad look and fell in line
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| And at this sign
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| Everything I’d said just slipped from my mind
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| 'cause my feet left the ground
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| So glad once more it’s me he’d found
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| Got rid of the dark and clung to the blue
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| What more could I do
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| Everyone knew that I was dreaming |