I can say firmly;
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none of them knew the colour of the sky (colour of the sky)...
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imagine if we were lost at sea;
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not a single lip would move, to reveal the stars to me.
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I am so... I am so... I am so... I am so... I am so
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I am so lost amongst a sea of desperation
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that these milky clouds fail to shine their light
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on the path I know I'm meant to take.
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the path I know I'm meant to take.
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Loose lips sink ships and where were you when the sun went down
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and our bows filled with lies?
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Loose lips sink ships and where were you when the stern broke in two?
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I was left with nothing to hold onto.
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No one knew the colour of the sky,
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no one knew where, or how, or why
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cement my thoughts to my ankles and cast me overboard
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the liar, the wretch, the failed.
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Cement my... Cement my... Cement my... Cement my
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Cement my failures throw me overboard;
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I'll stare skyward try to remember that, I don't blame them.
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I don't blame them... I don't blame them... I don't blame them... I don't blame them
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Loose lips sink ships and where were you when the sun went down
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and our bows filled with lies?
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Loose lips sink ships and where were you when the stern broke in two?
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I was left with nothing to hold onto
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They could never see the true colour of the sky...
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wistful and lonely, caught on my own
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my sky is the only, my sky, oh so lonely.
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Snitches Get Stitches
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| The Amity Affliction |
