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I'm black and white. I'm the only person on this flight. |
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The pilot is nowhere in sight but I've reached a destination nonetheless. |
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I take a breath and look around to see cardboard people and their paper town |
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And this all looks familiar. Alone, why am I always alone? |
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We can't tell lies, cut and drawn between the lines, faces drawn in ink. |
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Black and white looks good to me. You look good to me, too good to be true. |
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I'm running now. I'll never leave this town. Racing fast I see the faces pass |
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And they blur together into one. I'm running now. I'll never leave this town. |
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Racing fast I see the faces pass and I realize I'm not alone. |
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Our faces all blur into one. And in this story life leaves the pages |
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Of the black and white life of the colorblind. Black and white lines. |
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Colorblind life. |
