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It must be the colors |
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And the kids |
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That keep me alive |
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'Cause the music is boring me to death |
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It must just be the colors |
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And the kids that keep me alive |
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'Cause I'd wanna go right away |
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To a January night |
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I built a shack with an old friend |
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He was someone I could learn from |
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Someone I could become |
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Will you meet me down |
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On a sandy beach |
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We can roll up our jeans |
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So the tide won't get us below the knees |
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Yellow hair |
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You are a funny bear |
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Yellow hair |
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You are such a funny bear |
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Slender fingers |
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Would hold me slender limbs would hold me |
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And you could say my name |
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Like you knew my name |
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I could stay here |
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Become someone different |
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I could stay here |
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Become someone better |
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It's so hard to go in the city |
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'Cause you wanna say hello to everybody |
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It's so hard to go into the city |
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'Cause you wanna say hey I love you to everybody |
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When we were teenagers we wanted to be the sky |
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Now all we wanna do is go to red places |
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And try to stay outta hell |
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It must be the colors |
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And the kids |
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That keep me alive |
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'Cause the music is boring me to death |
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it must just be the colors |
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And it must just be the kids |
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That keep me alive on this January night. |
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Yellow hair |
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You are a funny bear |
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Yellow hair |
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You are such a funny bear |