| It’s battleship grey outside
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| And we don’t know what we’ll be getting
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| All your sweet talking, raining over me
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| 'til my name escapes, and I’m set free
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| There’s a word in your eye,
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| But I don’t know what is to say it And when you call me from the other side,
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| A sense of it starts breaking up, and its lies
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| I don’t know, what I’m getting,
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| But I’m getting something,
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| I don’t know, what I’m getting,
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| But I’m getting something
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| It’s battleship grey outside,
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| Confusion, all this is for the gods
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| Uncertainty, I could be bathing under artificial light
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| Under twilight blue, starts to mesmorize
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| And I tell myself that you light up my life
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| But its all in the mind when you cannot see in the eyes
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| 'cause I don’t know, what I’m getting
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| But I’m getting something,
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| I don’t know, what I’m getting
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| But I’m getting something
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| It’s battleship grey
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| All your sweet talking, raining over me
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| 'til my name escapes, and I’m set free |