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On with the coloured lights |
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waiting in the wings for attention |
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it doesn't really come from me |
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I'm missing everything you see |
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and who could ask for more |
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lay me on a beach in New Hampton |
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it's not a million miles away |
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I'm serious in every way |
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When do I be still? |
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And in this marching land |
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playing out of here into nowhere |
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I'm not about to change my mind |
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uncertain for the very last time |
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When do I be still |
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with you in mind? |
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On with the coloured lights |
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knowing there's a place for you always |
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acceptance isn't easy, I know |
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it's better than to live alone |
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and who could ask for more |
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waiting in the wings for attention |
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I'm not about to change my mind |
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uncertain for the very last time |
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When do I be still |
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with you in mind? |
