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I know someday we'll look back on the way we've lived our days |
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Working like detectives digging through the muck and haze |
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Count our blessings if we still can find our way through |
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Shades of blue |
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I guess someday we'll do our best to pick ourselves apart |
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And try to draw a line directly from the mind into to the heart |
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Swimming through the stream of memories and films in |
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Shades of blue |
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I don't know what happened, what went wrong or if I even care |
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burned out in a firefall or drowned in oceans of despair |
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And now I try to draw a line to here back from the better times |
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I lose myself in words and rhymes |
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And if we have our wits and want to travel back in time |
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We may amaze ourselves with all the things that we might find |
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Lost in wine and roses, bits of me and you and |
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Shades of Blue |
