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It's battleship grey outside |
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And we don't know what we'll be getting |
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All your sweet talking, raining over me |
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'til my name escapes, and I'm set free |
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There's a word in your eye, |
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But I don't know what is to say it |
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And when you call me from the other side, |
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A sense of it starts breaking up, and its lies |
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I don't know, what I'm getting, |
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But I'm getting something, |
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I don't know, what I'm getting, |
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But I'm getting something |
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It's battleship grey outside, |
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Confusion, all this is for the gods |
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Uncertainty, I could be bathing under artificial light |
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Under twilight blue, starts to mesmorize |
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And I tell myself that you light up my life |
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But its all in the mind when you cannot see in the eyes |
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'cause I don't know, what I'm getting |
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But I'm getting something, |
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I don't know, what I'm getting |
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But I'm getting something |
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It's battleship grey |
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All your sweet talking, raining over me |
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'til my name escapes, and I'm set free |
