Words and music by Roddy Frame
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Well, hello there, sweet to see you,
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Like your colour, how you doin'?
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I've been battered and bewildered
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In the beauty of your ruins
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Flash, flash and I am blinded
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By the fact that you've been born
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Feels like fiction life goes on
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Brown eyes are gone
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Silence is a virtue
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I was taught so I agreed
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Conversation half forgotten
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Is the hole I hold in me
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And all our language and expression
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Is decimated by decree
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The sound of song dies in the dawn
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Brown eyes are gone
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Descended slowly on the
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Steps of the cathedral
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Where I kissed you,
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Remembered candles lit with meaning
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I imposed but that escaped you
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With your brown eyes
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And your blue jeans
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I heard the chiming of the clocks
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Kick out the shifting
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Shuffling rhythm of your docs
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Hit the road with my compadre
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Saw the city incomplete
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We were tossed and torn and tumbled
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In your famous foreign streets
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I felt so fearless and forgotten
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No-one numbered nothing neat
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The son has shone, we still belong,
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Brown eyes are gone
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So farewell then senorita
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Pianos played and set the tone
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I was singing like a servant
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To the tune of telephones
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I wish you freedom and forgiveness
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And a time that is your own
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Blue is the colour, mine's the moment
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Brown eyes are gone
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Pianos and Clocks
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Aztec Camera |