| When we’ll decide to go this way
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| Roads are not illuminated
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| We’ll dye them in the truth
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| And all the nights that I replay
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| Us until this ribbon breaks
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| Am I getting through
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| When we’ll decide to go this way
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| Roads are not illuminated
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| We’ll dye them in the truth
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| And all the nights that I replay
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| Us until this ribbon breaks
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| Am I getting through
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| And give us aqualung so we go deep
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| Iron necks against my guillotine dreams
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| Oxygen so we can breathe in space
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| Give us boots to keep us on the ground
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| Solid ears to hear the sound of
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| Our body’s merging in the room
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| Oh I see
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| Color Colors
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| Colors Colors
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| It breaks through the window pane
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| It’s coming in, and it’s coming through the frame
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| Oh I said
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| Color Colors
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| Colors Colors
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| All the things that I have done
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| I can’t keep them from going wrong
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| Color Colors
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| Colors Colors
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| Through the window pane and once again
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| I can’t believe it’s coming in
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| Colors |