| I think I’m coming round
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| Coming round to a way of thinking now
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| Trying to find the ground
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| Somewhere new to stop us slipping
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| Always, always straight back down
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| Kicking out the fool
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| There’s no sense in us going under now
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| Holding on to you
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| Trying to swim but we’re treading water
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| Always, always straight back down
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| I think that you’re the one
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| The color never runs
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| A hand that heals me over, over today
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| You take away the grey
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| Bring the color as it fades
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| A hand that heals me over, over
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| Comfort in the sound
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| Lift the world from off your shoulders now
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| Lying on the ground
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| Staring up at a face that haunts you
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| Always, always straight back down
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| Reaching out a hand
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| Course there’s no life without the purple
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| Always, always straight back down
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| I think that you’re the one
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| The color never runs
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| A hand that heals me over, over today
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| You take away the grey
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| Bring the color as it fades
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| A hand that heals me over, over
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| Always, always straight back down
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| I think I’m coming rround
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| Coming round to a way of thinking
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| Always, always straight back down
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| I think that you’re the one
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| The color never runs
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| A hand that heals me over, over today
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| You take away the grey
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| Bring the color as it fades
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| A hand that heals me over, over again
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| I think that you’re the one
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| The color never runs
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| A hand that heals me over, over today
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| You take away the grey
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| Bring the color as it fades
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| A hand that heals me over, over |