| A cool day for a tidal wave
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| Drowned impressions falsely made
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| A cold stare makes light of this
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| Size me up, make sure that it fits
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| And I’ll be so nonchalant
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| You can call me, call if you want
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| I know you’ve thought of this
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| Down the hammer, case dismissed
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| Guilty’s the sun whose shadow’s in doubt
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| The argument’s weak, the jury’s still out
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| I won’t say anything
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| But write it in the sky
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| Mother of pearl
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| We took a photograph
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| You looked upset, so I tore it in half
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| You screamed I wasn’t fair
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| The picture was proof that you didn’t care
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| And I’ll see you get ahead
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| Writing the words that I should have said
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| Death to the one accused
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| Goodbyes were written, none of them used
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| Guilty’s the sun whose shadow’s in doubt
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| The argument’s weak, the jury’s still out
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| I won’t say anything
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| Just write it in the sky
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| Mother of pearl
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| Guilty’s the sun who swallows in doubt
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| The testament’s weak, the jury’s still out
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| He won’t say anything
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| Just write it in the sky
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| Mother of pearl
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| A cruel death, a perfect defense
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| I slept through the work
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| But the cover made sense
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| Guilty’s the one who’s always in doubt
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| The argument’s weak, the jury’s still out
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| I won’t say anything
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| But write it in the sky
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| Mother of pearl
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| Guilty’s the sun whose shadow’s in doubt
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| The argument’s weak, the jury’s still out
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| I won’t say anything
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| But write it in the sky
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| Mother of pearl
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| Guilt is the one thing we could do without
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| Judgement, the anvil, it’s weighting us down
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| We could do anything
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| We write it in the sky
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| Mother of pearl |