I'm a man of many colours:
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Only yesterday I was blue.
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Ten days from now, I'll be different
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And so will you.
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Written there in capital letters
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So as not to be misunderstood
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Making sure I'm clear,
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Telling bad from good.
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Two weeks ago in Tokyo,
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A man from Islamabad:
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Selling shells back to the rebels,
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Shells they never had.
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All is clear: I can see for miles and miles.
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I can hear your footsteps in my heart.
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Somebody make me an offer
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I've got to get away from here, ooh, ooh, ooh.
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Driving hard through the snow-drift
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Like a moth to a naked light
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To keep an appointment in Zurich
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With a man who hears footsteps in the night.
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Tired of what he's been doing,
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What it's done to his life...
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Getting most if what he needed
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Has left him with less than he had.
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All is clear: I can see for miles and miles.
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All I hear are your footsteps in my heart.
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Footsteps
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| Brian Eno |
