| Well I lie, lie awake
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| On a cool damn night
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| Giving in all up to the darkness
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| Just to see
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| Just to visit with the light
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| And it makes, my eyes wet again
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| Just to think of where we’ve been
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| Since we’ve begun
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| Count my wrongs and multiply them
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| By the rights to justify just what I feel
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| What I feel inside
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| Well I don’t, I don’t seem to worry
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| Not 'nuff about one
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| Too much these days
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| 'Bout the time left to get things done
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| Oh the days as, as they come my way
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| They all vanish into one
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| So I paint what love
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| Yes love of this life
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| As I watch them fade to grey
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| Colours of orange, red, black and green
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| All have me bursting at the seams
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| And know that every day
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| Is a dyin' day
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| And when I feel like I can’t go on
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| I might need you to carry on
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| And when I feel the lonely is longing
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| I might need you to carry on
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| Said don’t analyse it
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| Or try to resize it
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| To make yourself fit in all this bullshit
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| About what life’s s’posed to
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| 'N what not s’posed to be
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| You gotta be real cool child
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| So you won’t be fooled now
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| And you hold on tight child
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| And you do us right yes
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| Know that every day
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| Is a living day
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| Know that every day
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| Is a dying day
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| Oh and it goes on and on and on and on and on
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| Yes love, 'cause this life
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| Is just a song, is just a song
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| Yeah
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| And I count my wrongs and multiply them
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| By the rights to justify just what I feel
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| What I feel inside
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| Colors of orange, red black and green
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| All have me bursting at the seams
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| And know that every day
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| Is a dyin' day
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| Is a living day
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| Is a dyin' day |