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The sun appears, and so do they. |
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Echoes of the objects that they hold on to |
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In the cold light of day. |
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You move slow, even at sixty seven thousand miles an hour |
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Then you'll disappear as quickly as the moment you arrived. |
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Cos when I needed you the most, I lost you to the night. |
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I keep chasing shadows |
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I have done for your years |
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You wouldn't exist |
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If I wasn't here |
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I keep chasing shadows |
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I keep chasing you |
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There's no between |
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Just red, green and blue |
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My red, green and blue |
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My red, green and blue |
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The problem is that you only hide behind the glowing edge of shapes. |
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Just clinging for life |
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Before you fade. |
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I keep chasing shadows |
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I have done for your years |
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You wouldn't exist |
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If I wasn't here |
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I keep chasing shadows |
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I keep chasing you |
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There's no between |
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Just red, green and blue |
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My red, green and blue |
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My red, green and blue |
