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Hey what's your problem? |
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You make me so uneasy. |
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Have you ever thought about it. |
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Everything's so black and white to you. |
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Do you wake up every morning |
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Cursing the colour of your skin, |
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There's nothing you can do about it. |
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I got to stop running into you. |
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We had a conversation |
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But you were talking to yourself. |
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I just happened to be standing there, |
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I could've been a fishbowl on a shelf |
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And it's a crying shame |
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Cause I've done all I can do. |
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You're living in an ancient fortress, |
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You're letting nothing new come through. |
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Hey mister bluesky, |
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You're looking grey, |
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Your face is flushed but it's never red. |
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There's a shadow hanging over your head. |
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You could be a buddha baby |
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To be free where you belong, |
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There's never any misconceptions |
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When everything you know is wrong |
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And it's a brave new world, |
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It's a carousel come true. |
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That's why it gets me down |
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Sitting here listening to you. |
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Hey mister bluesky |
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You're looking grey |
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Your face is flushed but it's never red. |
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There's a shadow hanging over your head. |
