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Back again, where did you stray? |
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No hands salute the change |
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If you glance then look the other way |
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Not even success would sway your reasons |
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He was a favourite friend of mine |
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He wasn't addicted or anything |
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He'd write some strange things as he'd climb |
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Indigo blind |
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Here at last we're on your side |
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Press your head against the window |
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Past the bridge you lay down and died |
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And it made the great feel better |
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He was a favourite friend of mine |
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He wasn't addicted or anything |
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He'd write some strange things as he'd climb |
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Indigo blind |
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He was a favourite friend of mine |
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He wasn't addicted or anything |
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He'd write some strange things as he'd climb |
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Indigo blind |
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Indigo blind, indigo blind |
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Indigo blind, indigo blind |
