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Time has coloured in, the black and white, of your sin
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So burn, burn the flag, rip it up, bury the rags.
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But I will find you still, Move in for the kill...
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You cut her hair.
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So live, live long, to see her face in everyone,
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And turn, turn the page, start again, change your name,
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But I will find you still, Move in for the kill...
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You cut her hair.
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You cut her hair
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| Tom Mcrae |
