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It hits me, hits me, hits me |
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Hits me, hits me, hits me |
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It hits me, hits me, hits me |
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It hits me, hits me, hits me |
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Are we waiting for another break? |
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Or do we leave it in the hands of fate? |
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Trust what we had before |
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As you walk through an open door |
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I thought that we, we had something |
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Turns out to be, we had nothing |
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Again and again and again |
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I wish the tears fall away |
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And it hits me, hits me, hits me |
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That there is nothing left to say |
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And the colours, colours, colours |
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Well, they just fade themselves away |
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And it hits me, hits me, hits me |
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That there is nothing left to say |
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And the colours, colours, colours |
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Well, they just fade themselves away |
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Are we waiting for another break? |
|
Or do we leave it in the hands of fate? |
|
Trust what we had before |
|
As you walk through an open door |
|
I thought that we, we had something |
|
Turns out to be, we had nothing |
|
Again and again and again |
|
I wish the tears fall away |
|
And it hits me, hits me, hits me |
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That there is nothing left to say |
|
And the colours, colours, colours |
|
Well, they just fade themselves away |
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And it hits me, hits me, hits me |
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That there is nothing left to say |
|
And the colours, colours, colours |
|
Well, they just fade themselves away |
|
And the colours, colours, colours |
|
Well, they just fade themselves away |
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Colours, colours, colours |
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Colours, colours, colours |
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And it hits me, hits me, hits me |
|
That there is nothing left to say |
|
And the colours, colours, colours |
|
Well, they just fade themselves away |
|
And it hits me, hits me, hits me |
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That there is nothing left to say |
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And the colours, colours, colours |
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Well, they just fade themselves away |
