| In a moment of rebellion
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| To the rhythm of compassion
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| While we’re waiting for the world to stop spinning
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| We go dancing through the ashes
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| And the panic of the masses
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| While we’re waiting for the world to stop spinning
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| Stop spinning
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| The olden days are black and white
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| On my tv
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| And nowadays the future looks the same
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| To me
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| Unless you and I
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| Remind each other
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| To welcome, welcome, welcome
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| Welcome back colour
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| From the green lights to the blueprints
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| From the red nights of flourescent
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| We are waiting for the world to stop changing
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| It’s a fever, an eruption
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| A volcano, it’s a puzzle
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| Why we’re waiting for the world to stop spinning
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| Stop spinning
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| The olden days are black and white
|
| On my tv
|
| And nowadays the future looks the same
|
| To me
|
| Unless you and I
|
| Remind each other
|
| To welcome, welcome, welcome
|
| Welcome back colour
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| Welcome back colour
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| Now…
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| The olden days are black and white
|
| On my tv
|
| And nowadays the future looks the same
|
| To me
|
| Unless you and I
|
| Remind each other
|
| To welcome, welcome, welcome
|
| Welcome back colour
|
| Welcome back colour
|
| The olden days are black and white
|
| On my tv
|
| And nowadays the future looks the same
|
| To me
|
| Unless you and I
|
| Remind each other
|
| To welcome, welcome, welcome
|
| Welcome back colour
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| Welcome back colour
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| Welcome back colour
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| Welcome back colour
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| Welcome back colour
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| Welcome back colour |