| When red is black and petals blue
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| And in my sleepless head our love’s been dead a week or two
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| Sometimes good times are stuck inside of you
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| And then they’re gone. |
| But I don’t know why
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| A lot of things have changed since you said goodbye
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| There are reasons for you to love me
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| But I gave you none
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| So I tap my glass and nod my chin
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| And wonder who you’ve been in rhythm with
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| Sometimes just time, cars can’t escape
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| When clouds are playing close, not often too far away
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| Blue has no value, power, or hue
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| Open skies, relationless
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| Carelessness is what I miss
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| And that’s how I think of you
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| Sometimes good times WERE all we HAD to do
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| So I tap my glass and nod my chin
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| And wonder who you’ve been in rhythm with
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| So I tap my glass and nod my chin
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| And wonder who you’ve been in rhythm with |