| Tell me I’m not mistaken
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| Talk to me
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| Cause I don’t seem to understand
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| The way you see
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| So you sold me the copyright to your lies, and you
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| Pulled your words over my eyes
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| But I see things in a different light
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| And I, I see the light that you don’t see, but you
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| Don’t believe I, don’t believe I got it
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| The color’s there if you let it be, but you
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| Don’t believe I, don’t believe I got it
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| Don’t be afraid of what you see
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| You don’t believe I, don’t believe I
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| I got it, it’s ultraviolet.
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| You tried your best to save me
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| But now you know
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| You don’t need to hold my hand
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| And lead the way
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| Well you sold me a second-hand disguise, and you
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| Showed me the colors through your eyes
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| But they’re only black and white
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| And I, I see the light that you don’t see, but you
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| Don’t believe I, don’t believe I got it
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| The color’s there if you let it be, but you
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| Don’t believe I, don’t believe I got it,
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| Don’t be afraid of what you see
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| You don’t believe I, don’t believe I?
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| I got it, and it’s ultraviolet
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| The confusion of sunlight
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| Is fading away |
| On the sun-spotted airfields
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| On the violet runways |