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One teaspoon of howlin' at the moon |
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Two cups full of morning gloom |
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A pinch of thought |
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My heart is wracked and rot |
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Gently blend, you wish that you had not |
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Oh you wish that you had not |
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You wish that you had not |
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Colorbloods, that's what we were |
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Sparkling ones, that's what we were |
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A half a pound of fever-lovin' bound |
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A single ounce of wiltin' in the ground |
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Salt from tears for heartache through your years |
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Mix and stir, you wish you would not fear |
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Oh you wish you would not fear |
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You wish you would not fear |
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Colorbloods, that's what we were |
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Sparkling ones, that's what we were |
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Colorbloods we were |
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Oh yeh, colorbloods we were |
