| Nothing I can do could ever bring those feelings back
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| I’ve taken everything my body is a bloated sack
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| The days behind me start rolling into months
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| Is time running out?
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| My head feels too heavy
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| My legs feel too weak
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| All I can do now is sleep
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| Everything is empty now, the things I knew are gone
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| Darkness lays dormant now a colour once shone
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| Compromise my conscience just to get me through the day
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| Is this my reward?
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| And I’m going on journeys
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| I’m exhausting my muse
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| I’m taking from everything
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| To see what I can use
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| If I found a brand new colour
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| Something no-one had ever seen
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| I dug it up right there in my garden
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| That would be the greatest thing
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| Nothing I can do could ever bring those feelings back
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| I’ve taken everything my body is a bloated sack
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| The days behind me start rolling into months
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| Is time running out?
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| And faced with having to
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| Have and then lose
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| I’d choose never to have had, yeah
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| If I found a brand new colour
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| Something no-one had ever seen
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| I dug it up right there in my garden
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| That would be the greatest thing
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| I only want to speak to you
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| I only want to let you know
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| That time and again my feelings
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| Never seem to show
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| If I found a brand new colour
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| Something no-one had ever seen
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| I dug it up right there in my garden
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| That would be the greatest thing
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| Time and again, time and again
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| Time and again, time and again
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| Time and again, time and again
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| Time and again, time and again
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| Time and again, time and again
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| Time and again, time and again
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| Time and again, time and again
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| Time and again, time and again
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| Time and again, time and again
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| Time and again, time and again
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| Time and again, time and again
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| Time and again |