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Colourless Colour

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 25.09.2012

You say it's coming
But I can't see it at all
You know me well
But I don't know you at all
No, I don't know you at all

It's always just on the horizon
So my hopes rise and fall
You know me well
But I don't know you at all
No, I don't know you at all

Early nineties decor
It was a day for
We wanted to play
But we had nothing left to play for
Colourless colour
Once in fashion
And soon to be seen

Been dreaming of blue skies
New horizons and sights for my eyes
The discovery of the unknown
Is something to tell the folks back home
I want to get away
To feel the sun on my skin
To feel it really sinking in

Early nineties decor
It was a day for
We wanted to play
But we had nothing left to play for
Colourless colour
Once in fashion
And soon to be seen

Early nineties decor
It was a day for
We wanted to play
But we had nothing left to play for
Colourless colour
Once in fashion
And soon to be rediscovered


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