| Crocodile skin water, city shadows wait
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| Put your head into your hands, the ending is so great
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| Take a ride to sundown, buy a ticket home
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| Take all the things I’ve bought you, leave all the rest alone
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| Marble skins turn human, people fade to gray
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| Put your head into my hands we’ll make them go away
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| As you’re crying softly, you won’t ever be disturbed
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| Red on pink, the sun will sink, have you even heard?
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| And the colors take me down
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| It’s no reason to be sad
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| And you leave without a sound
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| It’s no reason to be glad
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| Salty tears are wasted, children lie awake
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| Put your head into my hands, don’t let your spirit break
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| Black smoke from the chimneys, white smoke from the hills
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| Everything is moving, but we’re standing still
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| Celebrations fading, boats upon the waves
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| Put your head into my hands, trying to be brave
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| The carnival has packed up, the storm has left us peace
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| Poppies sleep undamaged, we drive into the east |