I spent a lot of my time looking at blue,
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The colour of my room and my mood:
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Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth;
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The sort of blue between clouds, when the sun comes out,
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The sort of blue in those eyes you get hung up about.
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When that feeling of meaninglessness sets in,
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Go blowing my mind on God:
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The light in the dark, with the neon arms,
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The meek He seeks, the beast He calms,
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The head of the good soul department.
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I see myself suddenly
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On the piano, as a melody.
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My terrible fear of dying
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No longer plays with me,
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for now I know that I'm needed
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For the symphony.
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I associate love with red,
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The colour of my heart when she's dead;
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Red in my mind when the jealousy flies,
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Red in my eyes from emotional ties,
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Manipulation, the danger signs.
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The more I think about sex, the better it gets.
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Here we have a purpose in life:
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Good for the blood circulation,
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Good for releasing the tension,
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The root of our reincarnations.
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I see myself suddenly
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On the piano, as a melody.
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My terrible fear of dying
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No longer plays with me,
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for now I know that I'm needed
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For the symphony.
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I spent a lot of my time looking at blue--
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No wonder that I blue it!
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Symphony In Blue
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| Kate Bush |
